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Hello. My name’s Amanda - Amanda Scott. It’s Mrs Scott, actually, but I’ve been divorced for a long time. Tony and I got married when we were very young, but luckily we both had the sense to realise it wasn’t working out after the first couple of years, and we arranged a fairly amicable separation. I’m still called Mrs Scott at work — which gives me a bit of extra authority at times - but most people just call me Amanda.

In a moment, I’m going to tell you about the time my nephew and his friend came to stay with me - about a year ago now — but I ought to tell you a little bit about myself first. This story is about masturbation - and I hope you’ll be masturbating too when you read it, because that’s what it’s for - so you’ll probably want to know what I look like and so on before we begin. I know I always like to know what the people in my fantasies look like when I’m masturbating over them.

Well, I’m thirty-seven years old and five feet four inches tall, and most people say I’ve got a good figure. My hair’s curly and dark — dark brown, actually — and I keep it on the short side of medium length, so it’s fairly easy to look after. (I don’t like to spend a lot of time at the hairdresser’s.) I like my breasts — I’m a 34 C if you happen to like statistics — but the feature my intimate friends comment on most is my backside. Everyone says I’ve got a high, round, sexy bum — and I’m always pleased to accept the compliment.

OK, so that’s my physical description. I live in England, in quite a nice house on the outskirts of a smallish town on the south coast, and I work in a solicitor’s office in the town centre. The job isn’t too demanding — I’ve been doing it for years — so I have plenty of time for my other interests. I won’t bore you with all my hobbies, but since I’m a single woman I ought to mention what I do for sex. (I’m sure you’ve been wondering about that.)

After the divorce — which happened when I was twenty-one, by the way - I didn’t actually take much interest in sex for a few years. Then, when I reached my mid-twenties, I decided that I ought to start looking for another man, so I went through the usual dating ritual — having boyfriends and going out to dinner and all the usual stuff. It wasn’t actually a very happy period in my life. I enjoyed the sex, on the whole, but I didn’t really like the ‘relationship’ side of things — going out as a couple and having to see each other every weekend, and all that. As a result, I broke up with a whole string of boyfriends and, after a while, I found I was having more and more one-night stands. I was actually happier doing that than I had been with the long-term boyfriend arrangement, but I soon realised that a lot of the blokes I was sleeping with felt disappointed and angry when they found out I didn’t want to see them again. (People tend to think that it’s the men who prefer casual, no-strings sex, but, in my experience, at least, it’s often the man who’s really looking for a secure relationship while the woman just wants to have a nice time in bed once in a while.) Anyway, the upshot was that I gave up dating and started swinging instead.

I started swinging when I was thirty. My sex drive had been building up for a few years and by this time I was feeling so sexed up that I was like a bomb ready to go off most of the time. So I really needed sex, despite the fact that I now had strong reservations about going out with men to get it. So I screwed up my courage one day and bought a contact magazine off the top shelf in a local newsagent’s. (The girl who served me gave me a very quizzical look and I must have been blushing when I walked out of the shop, but I was in another town where nobody knew me, so I got over the embarrassment pretty quickly.) Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I actually wrote to a couple who lived in my area and everything worked out very well. Through them, I met two other couples and some single men and women, and after a couple of years we had our own little group going. Nowadays it’s very much a closed circle — six married people, two other single women plus me, and two single blokes. We tend to meet eight or nine times a year for sex parties, and now that we know each other so well we always have a good time. We don’t see each other socially outside — and that, of course, is exactly what I need. The parties give me all the sex contact I want with other people — and between parties I masturbate regularly, of course. (In fact, I masturbate a lot.)

So now you know enough about me, I think, and I can get on with my story.

It all happened around Easter time last year. My sister Janet, who’s a few years older than me, had asked if her son Josh could come down and stay with me for a few days during the holidays. Josh was nineteen at the time, and in his first year at university. I’ve always liked him, so I said yes. Then, a few days later, Janet rang again and said Josh wanted to bring a friend, another boy from college, and would that be alright? Since there’s plenty of room in the house — I’ve got two spare bedrooms — I said yes again. So it was agreed that they’d arrive on a Sunday evening and stay until the following Friday.

They turned up at around five o’clock on the appointed Sunday. Josh is a big, confident, noisy, uncomplicated boy. He plays rugby — as his father says, he’s built like a warehouse, so he’s suited to it - and he’s studying to be some kind of engineer. When he arrived he shouted “Hello, Auntie Amanda” at about 3000 decibels, put his arms round me, and gave me a great big kiss on the cheek. Then he introduced me to his friend, Peter.

I have no idea what Josh and Peter have in common. While Josh is just about as extrovert as you can get, Peter is exactly the opposite. He blushed and mumbled when I said hello and didn’t stop blushing, as far as I could tell, for the rest of the evening. It took me a lot of coaxing to extract the information that, like Josh, he was in his first year at the university, that he was also nineteen years old, and that he was studying biochemistry. Physically, Peter is above average height — though he looked short next to Josh, who must be about six foot three — and he has floppy, fair hair, worn a little long. He’s a bit thin, though I wouldn’t class him as skinny. I wondered if he was gay as soon as I met him, of course, but that didn’t seem to fit somehow.

Despite Peter’s extreme shyness, the evening went off OK. I’d cooked a meal for them, so we ate almost as soon as they arrived, and then Josh and I exchanged family news while Peter watched television. Later on, they wanted to go to a pub, so they went out at about nine o’clock, and I was in bed before they got back. When they came in, around midnight, they sounded a bit drunk but they were reasonably quiet. (There was a certain amount of drunken “Shh, you’ll wake her up”, which was, of course, exactly what did wake me - but I let that pass.) I let them sleep in the next morning, so I had the house to myself before I went to work, and I didn’t see them again until supper time.

All in all, it was a pleasant visit and they were very little trouble to look after. In theory, Josh and Peter were supposed to be studying for their first year exams. In practice, of course, they were sleeping late every morning, loafing around the house in the afternoon, and then doing extended taste tests of the beers in the local pubs in the evenings. Which meant that I didn’t see much of them, except at dinner time, between about six and eight thirty. So we all got on fine. There was only one slight oddness about the entire six days.

After dinner on the evening they first arrived, the pair of them had offered, as well-brought-up boys do, to wash up for me, since I’d “put in so much hard work cooking dinner”. (In fact, I’d just given them spaghetti bolognaise followed by fruit yoghurts, which only took about half an hour to prepare, but they weren’t to know that.) Like a fool, I’d accepted their offer.

The result was chaos in my kitchen, of course — water slopped everywhere and everything put away in the wrong place. I smiled tolerantly when I saw the wreckage — and spent half an hour putting things right when they’d gone out — but I never accepted their offers to wash up again. So every evening after that, they’d ask me if I wanted them to wash up and I’d smile brightly and say “No, no. I’ll do it.” And Josh (who may well have planned for things to turn out that way) was up like a shot and into the living room to watch something on TV. Peter, however, in spite of still being extremely shy with me, always stayed at the table and sat there until I’d finished washing and drying.

The first time this happened, I thought he was desperately trying to get over being tongue-tied and wanted to have a conversation with me, so I tried to chat with him as I washed up. And, of course, I had no success at all. Then, on the Tuesday evening, I happened to turn round rather quickly and I noticed him looking down at the table with a very shifty look on his face. At which point I realised that he was sitting there just to watch me - and, more specifically, so he could stare at my bum! In fact, my terminally nervous, excessively polite young houseguest was sitting in my kitchen having dirty thoughts about my bottom while I washed his dirty dishes!

I suppose some people might have been irritated but, as you’ve probably gathered by now, I’m a bit unconventional and I’m very broadminded about sex, so I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I got a sort of perverse pleasure from the situation and, from then on, I made sure I dressed the part for him for the washing up show — wearing tight jeans, or a clingy, sexy skirt, for example. I didn’t want to be too obvious — I didn’t want him to know I knew he was watching - but I made a point of bending over in his line of sight at least once in the evening - and of standing up just a little bit more slowly than I normally would so he could get a good view of my bum in action. I quite enjoyed showing off like this, of course, and I was sure he was enjoying himself too. It was our little secret, though he didn’t know I was in on it. I’m sure Josh had no idea at all about what was going on.

Apart from that, as I said, the visit was pretty uneventful. Thursday finally came round — they were due to leave the next morning - and then, just as we were sitting down to dinner, the phone rang. It was Janet again, with awkward news. She was sorry, but Peter’s mother had just called her. They were in Switzerland and Peter’s father had broken his leg skiing. It wasn’t too bad, but they wouldn’t be home for a few days. Could I look after Peter until his mum got back to London?

My sister was very apologetic. Before I could say it myself, she said she had no idea why a boy of nineteen couldn’t be expected to look after himself at home, without his mother being there. She said she’d take him in herself, only she and Josh and her husband were all due to go off on their own skiing holiday on Saturday. So, she knew it was an imposition, but did I think I could possibly …?

It really was an imposition, of course, and if I’d had anything planned for the next couple of weeks, I’d certainly have said no. As it was, I had nothing special coming up, and Peter intrigued me, even if I couldn’t say we were actually friends - so I said yes, of course he could stay for a while, it was no trouble at all, etc. Then I put Peter on so that Janet could explain the situation and reassure him that his father’s accident wasn’t too bad. She told him his mother would phone him soon — which she did, later that evening.

So that was that.

The next morning, Friday, I ran them both to the railway station and Peter and I saw Josh off. I left Peter in town — he said he wanted to have a look round and then maybe see a film in the afternoon — and I went home. I’d actually taken a few days’ holiday from work before I knew that Peter would be staying, and this was the first day. I planned to catch up with the housework in the morning, and then read a book or watch a video in the afternoon, so I was quite pleased that Peter would be out until dinner time.

When I got home, I started on Josh’s room. I’d given them duvets, so I hadn’t been wasting time making their beds, but now, of course, I needed to strip Josh’s bed and wash the bedding. When I’d finished in Josh’s room, I thought I might as well give Peter a clean bottom sheet and some fresh pillowslips as well, so I went into his room and pulled the duvet off the bed. As I did so, I noticed a small, black, crumpled object right at the foot of the bed. I picked it up and couldn’t work out what it was for a moment. Then the penny dropped! It was a pair of my black bikini briefs — but all scrunched up into a ball and stiff with dried up semen! They actually crackled as I pulled the folds apart. Peter — shy, diffident Peter - must have been masturbating into my panties all the time he’d been under my roof — and several times a night, by the look of it!

For a moment I just stood there, holding the horrible, sperm encrusted panties between finger and thumb. I didn’t know how I felt at first. Then, gradually, an evil little plan formed itself in my mind. So I finished changing the sheet and the pillow slips, and laid the duvet back on the bed neatly. Then I took my desecrated panties to my own room, to be filed for future reference, and I hunted out a similar pair of clean black briefs from my underwear drawer. I took these back to Peter’s bedroom and laid them out carefully on his pillow, where he couldn’t possibly miss them. And then I went downstairs and got on with the rest of the housework.

I was, of course, looking forward to Peter coming home, and I spent a large part of the afternoon trying to imagine the look on his face when he found my clean panties waiting for him on his pillow. So I was rather disappointed when he arrived home just in time for dinner and didn’t go upstairs at all. After dinner, he sat and watched me wash up, as usual, and then we watched TV in the living room until bedtime. I spent the entire evening trying to think of a way of making him go up to his room, but I couldn’t think of anything. So it wasn’t until eleven o’clock or so that he said “Goodnight, Mrs Scott” and toddled off to bed. I stood at the foot of the stairs for a while, hoping to hear some kind of reaction, and then, a bit later, I paused outside his door to try to hear something, but there was no sound at all. So I went to bed myself and masturbated furiously for about an hour until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was up bright and early, chock-full of anticipation. I put on a little white thong, a skimpy grey wool top with no bra underneath, and a pair of extra tight blue jeans. I paused and listened at Peter’s bedroom door on the way downstairs, and then I knocked. “Wake up, Peter” I called cheerfully. “Breakfast’s in twenty minutes.” This time there was a reaction. I heard a strangled sort of cry from inside the room, which could have been interpreted as the sound of somebody just waking up, but which could also have been the sound a man or a boy makes when his masturbation session is interrupted at a critical moment. “Twenty minutes, no more!” I called again, even more cheerfully. Then I went downstairs and waited in the kitchen.

He didn’t arrive for about half an hour, and when he did come into the kitchen he didn’t know where to look. His embarrassment was exquisite!

I’d decided to act as if nothing had happened, so when he came in I just said:

“Oh, there you are! What would you like for breakfast?”

At first, he looked completely nonplussed. Then he stammered:

“Oh, er, s — s - scrambled eggs?”

“Scrambled eggs it is”, I said brightly, and turned round to get the eggs out of the fridge — giving him a nice view of my bottom as I bent down to open the fridge door.

As I did it, I looked back over my shoulder and said, casually:

“While I’m doing this, would you be a luv, Peter, and go and get those panties I left for you yesterday? We’ll pop them in the washing machine after breakfast.”

His face was instantly crimson. He couldn’t speak.

I stood up and turned round, concerned.

“Peter?” I said. “You did find the panties on your pillow last night, didn’t you?”

There was a long silence. Then:

“Yes,” he croaked.

“Good,” I said. “And you did masturbate into them didn’t you? That’s what I left them for.”

There was an even longer silence, with Peter staring at the floor. Then, finally:

“Yes,” he croaked again.

“So,” I said, brightly and very reasonably, “Would you just run upstairs and get them so I can wash them? After all,” I added, “we don’t want them to get like these, do we?”

And I took the crumpled, semen-crusted pair that I’d found yesterday out of my jeans pocket and placed them carefully in the middle of the kitchen table.

He looked, nodded, looked again, and then turned and stumbled out of the kitchen.

I had to call him three more times, and the scrambled eggs were already on the table, before he finally came down again — and when he did, at last, come back into the kitchen, I knew exactly what the expression ‘hang dog’ meant. The little black panties were dangling limply from the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and he looked as if he was expecting instant and terrible punishment. So I said:

“Thanks, Peter. Just put them there on the table, next to the other ones, and sit down and eat your breakfast. It’s getting cold.”

He did as I told him, placing last night’s panties next to the other pair in the middle of the table. As soon as he’d sat down, he picked up his knife and fork and ducked his head to his breakfast, avoiding all eye contact with me. Neither of us spoke until he’d finished eating.

I let the silence hang for quite a long time, then I reached across the table and picked up the pair of briefs he’d just brought down. They were very damp, of course, and when I raised them to my nose I caught a distinct whiff of semen. I held the panties out towards him and asked:

“How many times did you masturbate into these last night, Peter?”

He was looking at me now.

“I dunno,” he said.

There was a pause. I waited. Then, finally:

“Three or four. Maybe five,” he admitted.

“And …” I said, letting the suspense build a little. “Did you use them again this morning? They feel as if someone has come in them quite recently.”

He blushed and nodded.

“Yes”, he said.

“So how many times this morning?”

“Twice, I think.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the panties, dangling from my fingers, just above the table.

“OK, Peter,” I said. “We need to talk about this.”

He nodded glumly. I suppose he thought I was going to tell his mother.

“First”, I said, “I don’t disapprove of you masturbating. And second, I know a lot of boys and men like to masturbate into women’s panties. I don’t have a problem with that either.”

“Third,” I went on, “These panties were a present from me to you. A gift. I left them there on purpose for you to use. So there’s no problem there.”

His face was beginning to brighten a little. There was just a glimmer of hope.

“But,” I said, emphatically, “We do have a problem with the other pair.”

I dropped last night’s panties in a sexy little heap on the table and picked up the scrunched up pair I’d found yesterday.

“You didn’t have permission to use these, did you?”

“No,” he croaked.

“So you were a dirty little beast to take them and masturbate into them, weren’t you?”

Silence.

“Weren’t you?”

He blushed an even deeper shade of red than he had before and looked down at the table.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he mumbled.

“Where did you find them?” I asked. “Did you go into my bedroom?”

He looked shocked. Almost insulted.

Alice shook her head as the Hatter began to pick up the pace. The odd angle of his cock banged against the roof of her pussy with every stroke, sending jolts of electricity through Alice. Alice felt like her entire cunt was being stroked all at once and her orgasm ripped through her. The Hatter pulled Alice”s legs up, and resumed licking her toes as he continued to slam his cock into her. Alice”s orgasm had began to subside, but set off again as the Hatters wet tongue darted along her skin.

The Mad Hatters pace picked up and Alice thought she was going to blackout from the abuse her cunt was taking. The Hatters thrusts became so brutal that the table rocked as he drove into Alice. After three exceptionally hard thrusts he began to spurt. Alice groaned loudly as his sticky sperm flooded her cunt. She could feel each spurt as it pulsed against the roof of her cunt. The Hatter continued to pump Alice until his cock became soft. He finally pulled his cock out, the head popping out with a gurgling wet sound. Alice could only lay and try to catch her breath as a river of juice poured out from her gaping cunt.

It took a few minutes before Alice could slide down from the table. Her ass was thoroughly soaked, and her blue skirt sported a huge wet stain. The Hatter had gone back to filling his glasses and arranging the chairs. Alice retrieved her shoes, and declined another tea when offered by the Hatter.

“I really would like to stay, but I must find the magic mirror.” Alice explained as she left the pavilion. She was still a bit wobbly as she resumed her journey. The Hatter was a weird one, she thought, but he sure could fuck. Alice kept walking down the road, but the road soon split in two. She stood and looked. Which way should she go? She had no clue, which way the Red queens castle was, and the cat had not said anything about a split in the road. She didn”t want to walk all the way back to the Mad Hatters place, especially since he would probably be no help anyway.

Alice was just about to scream in frustration when she heard a familiar voice. It was coming from down the left fork in the road.

“Oh gosh! I”m late. I”m late!” the voice said repeatedly.

Alice grinned as the fuzzy rabbit hopped into view. He was running at full steam, and didn”t even notice her standing in the middle of the road. Alice tried to catch his attention but it didn”t work. The rabbit ran straight into Alice, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

“Oh my! I”m so sorry, but I”m late.” The rabbit explained. His feet were already moving when Alice picked him up deftly by the ears.

“Wait rabbit. It”s me, Alice!” Alice yelled.

The rabbit stopped wiggling, and his eyes blinked rapidly. “It is you! I was just heading to your party!” the rabbit explained.

“I know, but I”ve already been to the party.”

“Oh dear! I can”t be that late. Did my watch stop!” the rabbit cried, and began to examine his watch.

“No. No. I was early. I”m trying to find the way to the red Queens castle. The cat said to take this road, but I don”t know which side to take.” Alice explained.

“Oh. I”m not sure. It wasn”t down the road I used.” The rabbit explained, his whiskers twitching madly.

Alice shook her head. If it wasn”t down the road the rabbit came from, then it must be the other road. She sat the rabbit down, fully expecting him to hurry away. Instead, he just stood sniffing the air, his whiskers twitching.

“The party started without me!” The rabbit said excitedly.

“No rabbit. I told you. I was there and nobody else had arrived.” Alice tried to explain.

The rabbit danced about, hopping on his furry little legs. He jumped around Alice, circling her. “I knew the party started without me.” He said, pointing directly at Alice”s crotch.

Alice felt embarrassed, as her thighs were still sticky from her encounter with the Hatter. She wasn”t stupid, and she began to understand what the rabbit was saying.

“Are you saying that fucking me is the point of this party?” Alice asked in a surprised voice?

“Yes! Yes!” the rabbit agreed, nodding his little head. Alice was shocked to see his small, pink rabbit penis coming out of the white fur between his legs.

“The Hatter sent invitations this morning! Oh I didn”t want to be late!” he cried.

“Well, the guest of honor is gone, so I don”t know how much of a party there will be.” Alice explained. She kept watch on the rabbit as she spoke and was astounded at the size his little pink cock was attaining. It eventually stopped growing, and was quite impressive, even if it had not been on such a small body.

Alice found that she had to keep turning, as the rabbit kept moving behind her. She had to admit that the rabbit had her curious. It hadn”t even been an hour since the Hatter had fucked her, and she was already contemplating on giving the rabbit a shot. The rabbit”s bouncing caused his cock to bob up and down, and Alice couldn”t resist.

“I”ll tell you what rabbit. I”ll let you party with me before I go. I don”t have any of the Hatter”s tea if you don”t mind.” Alice said sweetly.

“Oh no. That would be great! I really don”t like tea anyway.” The rabbit responded, his little head shaking vigorously.

Alice smiled and moved off of the road. She found a soft area of grass and sat down, the rabbit bounding up to her. Alice couldn”t resist grabbing the rabbit”s cock, which he stuck out proudly in front of him. She cooed to him as she wrapped her hand around his stiff member, marveling at how hot it was. It wasn”t as big as the Hatters, but it was still a nice tool. The rabbit”s cock was already leaking as she stroked it, and he rapidly pounded one of his little paws against the ground.

“Well now Mr. Rabbit, what do you plan on doing with this?” Alice teased him She stretched out on the grass and guided the rabbit by his cock. The rabbit for his part was more than happy to be lead to his party. He half hopped, half waddled as Alice pulled him between her legs. Her cunt was still hot and wet, and she had no trouble guiding the rabbit inside. Alice sighed contentedly as the rabbit sank to the hilt in her gooey slit.

It was at this point that Alice realized that there was quite a physical difference between her and the rabbit. The rabbit was enthusiastic enough, but his small physical size kept him from getting much of a thrusting action. His wiggling felt good, but Alice wanted his cock moving in and out. She tried thrusting her hips, but it only succeeded in bouncing the rabbit to and fro.

“Oh, this is working.” Alice whined in frustration.

The rabbit, who was not normal a patient fellow was even more agitated at being so close to his goal. He bounded off of her, his cock pulling free like lightning. He bounced around with his cock dripping her pussy juice.

“Turn over! Turn over!” the rabbit shouted.

Alice turned over onto her knees, with her head on her arms. She craned her neck and watched the rabbit. She couldn”t understand what he would be able to do. This position was even worse. Her ass was higher in the air than he was. Alice sighed and watched, as the rabbit seemed to be preparing for something. He rubbed his front paws together and gave a few short hops. One, two and then three, and ha launched upward. He landed on all four feet, perched on the top of her ass. Alice couldn”t help but laugh, as she figured out what he planned. She arched her back and shifted her ass higher to give him better access.

“Oh yes, yes! This is just right!” the rabbit chattered. He shifted around, trying to get his cock in the right position. He found the angle and began to push, but was aimed a little bit higher than he needed to be.

“Hey! That”s my ass!” Alice protested.

The rabbit either didn”t hear her or didn”t care. He kept pushing until the head of his cock was firmly wedged in Alice”s tight hole. Alice turned her head to protest just as the rabbit pushed away with his back legs. She gasped as the head of his cock popped free, her eyes widening as gravity took over. The rabbit held on with his front paws, as his backside went up, then down. He came down with all of the weight of his little body. His cock found the entrance to Alice”s ass and drove right in.

Alice yelped as the rabbit had half of his cock embedded up her back pipe, and watched as he prepared for another jump. He jumped again with the same force, and landed with his cock fully lodged up to his furry balls in her ass. Alice was seeing stars as the rabbit wiggled about. He adjusted himself to the tight feel of her ass and then launched again. This time felt better, and Alice slipped a hand underneath her and began to rub her clit. Her ass began to relax, and the rabbit soon found an easier time. His jumps became quicker and Alice herself being thoroughly ass fucked by a horny rabbit. His cock was drooling like a hydrant, turning Alice”s ass into a gooey mess. She could feel gobs of cream splatter his asscheeks every time his cock popped free.

Alice was in heaven. She had never been fucked in her ass, but the rabbit was doing an expert job of it. The loved the tight full feeling that she felt every time he drove into her, and the incredible friction on her hole was driving her crazy. The rabbit was faster than Alice, and began to jerk excitedly as he came.

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” The rabbit yelled as his whole body shook. He cock erupted and Alice could feel him flooding her bowels. She couldn”t believe that a creature so small could come so much. The rabbit kept on plugging her as he came, his come seeping out of her ass with each thrust. It dripped down between her cheeks and oozed over her fingers. Alice rubbed the slippery juice into her already wet pussy, her clit throbbing with each stroke. She felt herself falling over the edge, and found it difficult to keep still. She didn”t want to interrupt the rabbit”s wonderful pace. She yelled and went stiff as her orgasm came, her pussy gushing girl juice over her hand.

The rabbit”s pace slowed, and he eventually settled down as Alice finished coming. If anyone had passed by at that moment, it would have looked like the rabbit was giving her ass a big hug. They would have had to get closer to see his still twitching cock firmly rooted between her cheeks. The rabbit took time to recover, then pulled free, his cock shrinking as he settled on the ground. Alice could only lay still and recover as her well used as slowly began to close. Her ass was still throbbing when she turned over, and she could feel the rabbits come still dribbling from her hole.

“My rabbit! That was fantastic!” she exclaimed

“Oh yes, yes. That was very good indeed. Now that your back, we can have a party every day.” He said.

Alice wasn”t sure about that. She didn”t plan on staying, and she didn”t think she could take a party like this every day. She took a minute to catch her breath as the rabbit straightened his whiskers. He checked his watch once he was done, and began to hop again.

“Oh my! I”m late! I”m late for dinner!” he yelled.

The rabbit sped off before Alice could say anything. He bounded back down the road he had come and was quickly out of sight. She sat for a few moments and collected her thoughts. She began to wonder if everyone in wonderland was out to fuck her. If that were the case, there were individuals that she definatly needed to avoid.

Alice set back on the road, taking the right split. The road wound it”s way through a forest, and Alice was sure that she was getting closer to the red queens castle. She spied a caterpillar in one of the trees, and hid to avoid it. The caterpillar was busy smoking a pipe, and Alice knew what was in it. She watched a few minutes, and the large bug drifted off to sleep. She crept from her hiding place once she was sure that it was safe, and resumed her walk down the road. She thought the bug had been a pervert when she was a child, and shuddered to think what he was like now.

The road soon led out of the woods, and down by a river. Alice stopped at the river, she was hot again, and her thighs were sticking together from her previous fun. She pulled off her skirt and shoes and sat them by the shore, and up and found a spot to enter the water. The water was cold but not too cold, and Alice waded in until the water was almost at her waist. She spread her legs a bit, and let the cold water wash over her skin. The water felt good against her heated pussy, and she let it wash the remains of the Hatter and Rabbit away.

Alice felt clean and refreshed when she left the river and resumed her walk down the road. She began to hear a knocking sound coming from down the road, and cautiously made her way toward it. She shook her head as she came across two very large men. They were bent over like charging rams. She watched as they charged each other, their heads making a loud noise as they crashed together. Alice shook her head. TweedleDee and TweedleDum were not the brightest crayons in the box. Alice looked around to find a way and avoid the two, but they caught her before she could leave.

“Hey, it”s Alice!” Dee yelled to his brother.

Dum looked at her and quickly broke into a smile. “It sure is brother.” He replied.

Alice wanted to keep the conversation to a minimum. Neither of the brothers was very bright. She smiled as she approached them and tried to keep things simple.

“I”m off to the Red Queens castle. You guys have a good day.” She said, trying to get by them.

Both of them were immediately blocking the way.

“I don”t think you want to do that. The Queens not very nice.” Dum told her.

Dee nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, she yells a lot.” He offered.

Alice tried to scoot around the brothers, but they were constantly in front of her. This was getting her nowhere. She eventually gave up. She needed to outwit the two of them, maybe tire them out. Alice began to think, and a wicked plan formed in her mind. She thought of an old saying and decided to go for it. “When in Rome, do as the Romans” she thought.

“I just came from a party. I thought the two of you would have been there.” She told them.

The two brothers looked at each other, their brows sweating from concentration. Alice could swear that she heard the gears turning in their minds. They each broke into a grin and then frowned.

“We thought that was tomorrow.” Said Dee

“We missed it.” Continued Dum sadly.

Alice shook her head from side to side. “Oh no, you didn”t miss it. I brought the party to you.” She tried to explain. Both brothers perked up, but they quickly became confused.

“But there”s no tea.” Dum said

“Or cakes.” Said Dee

This was really going nowhere fast. Alice looked at the two of them, and then sat on the ground. She pulled her skirt up; exposing her cunt, then pulled her blouse up over her head, exposing her breasts.

“I think we have all we need to party right here guys.” She said to them seductively.

The brothers looked around at each other, still somewhat confused. They looked around and then began to scratch their heads.

“But tea and cakes taste good.” They began to complain.

Alice thought about and realized that this was going to be more difficult than she thought. She would have to put all of her effort into this. She started thinking back to her first boyfriend. He had no idea what to do when it came to sex. It was lucky that her parents had been very big on sexual education. She had guided him through the entire process, and had even managed to have some fun. She began to think of the brothers in the same way.

“Okay. Come here.” She said, motioning with her hand.

The two walked over to her and stood, still as puzzled as ever. Alice decided to start with Dee first. She moved to her knees and tugged at the zipper of his trousers. He was too startled and too dim to ask what she was doing. Alice unzipped his fly and whistled as her hand snaked into his pants. Her eyes went wide as her hand wrapped around the biggest cock she had ever felt. It wasn”t very long, but it was easily thicker than her wrist. She had to use her other hand for help as she hauled it out of his pants.

“Now don”t move.” Alice told Dee as she turned to his brother.

Dum was watching with curiosity as Alice turned to him. She quickly pulled on his zipper and reached inside his prize. She thought that the brothers would be exactly the same, but she was wrong. Dum”s cock was much thinner, but far longer than his brothers. Alice was so amazed that she spent a few seconds looking back and forth between the two of them. She wrapped a hand around each cock and began to slowly stroke. The brothers shifted about nervously, but their cocks responded as Alice planned. Each was soon sporting a stiff erection and emitting small noises. Alice turned her head to Dee and began to lick around the head of his cock. It was way too big for her to fit in her mouth, so she had to contend her self by licking as much as she could.

Alice kept a firm hold on Dum while she slathered his brother”s cock. Her lips became smeared and slippery as his prick began to ooze. Alice turned her attention to Dum and found his cock much easier to handle. She slid the head in her mouth and sucked greedily. It felt like a smooth egg as she pulled more of it into her mouth. Alice got another wicked idea in her mind, and tried to relax her throat. She sank her face forward and felt the head of Dum”s cock press against the back of her throat. Alice took a deep breath and relaxed her throat. She pressed forward again. This time Dum’s cock slid down her throat. Alice began to set up a rhythm, and was soon swallowing his cock with deep strokes.

Dum”s hands were waving in the air as Alice began to hum. She could feel his balls tightening as he began to come. She pulled up a bit as his shaft swelled, and was rewarded with a thick gush of jism. Alice made shallow strokes and kept swallowing as Dum”s cock flooded her mouth. She kept sucking until his cock began to soften. Alice released him, and Dum fell, crashing to the ground.

Alice didn”t miss a beat, and turned her attention back to Dee. She tried, but still could not even fit the head of his cock into her mouth. She finally came about a better idea. Alice turned herself and wiggled between his legs. She pulled Dee downward and positioned him over her chest. Alice placed his cock between her breasts, and then pressed her soft pillows around it. Dee didn”t have a clue what to do, so Alice had to tug her breasts up and down. Alice”s tits were soon coated with sticky come as Dee”s cock began to drool. Her breasts became slippery, exciting Dee even more. Alice was staring at the tip of his cock emerging from her breasts when the first shot splashed against her chin. She opened her mouth and caught the next few spurts on her tongue, swallowing the thick salty fluid. She continued until Dee was empty and on the verge of collapse.

Alice extracted herself from under Dee, and used the brother”s momentary exhaustion to get away. She grabbed her clothes and quickly jogged down the road, leaving them panting and unable to follow. Alice stopped running after the brothers were out of sight. She knew that they would loose interest in her quickly. Alice was soon able to see the Red Queens castle in the distance. She began to formulate a plan in her mind. She couldn”t walk right through the front gates because she would be caught almost immediately. She headed a bit to the right of the castle, and decided to wait for the sun to go down. If she could slip through the hedges without being caught, then she might be able to sneak in the back of the castle through the kitchens.

Alice hid until dark, and searched the hedge wall. She found a small hole in the leaves and crawled through. Alice stayed close to the edge of the hedges and found her way around to the back of the castle. It was just as she remembered it. Other than a few card dogs playing there was nobody around. Alice quickly made her way past the dogs, and ducked into the kitchen doors. The kitchen was empty, and Alice gave silent thanks that the kitchen was closed.

The castle was just as she remembered it, and Alice made her way to the throne room. She searched around and was upset to find that the mirror was not there. Alice couldn”t think where the mirror could have been moved. She stopped and caught her breath as a thought came to her. What if the mirror had been broken? Alice hadn”t given it much thought; she had just assumed that the mirror would be there. The only choice she had was to continue to search the castle. Alice tried the basement first, hoping that the mirror had been put in storage. She found plenty of other discarded items, but no mirror.

Alice returned to the main floor and began to search. She dodged the card guards and swept each room, but turned up nothing. Alice finally started going to the higher floors. She made her way through all the rooms, and still no mirror. Alice stopped at the hallway leading to the last room. Two card guards guarded it, and Alice knew that it must be the Red Queens room. It was the only place that the mirror could be. The problem was, that she needed to get by the guards. Alice came up with a plan. She quietly made her way back downstairs and outside. She grabbed two of the card dogs from the yard, and brought them inside. It was difficult keeping them quiet, but she managed. She stopped by the kitchen and found the last piece to her plan.

Alice stood around the corner from the Queen”s bedroom. She sat the two card dogs down, and let them smell the soup bone that she had found in the kitchen. She tossed it down the corridor and the dogs ran after it. They yelped and barked as they both fought for the bone, drawing the guards” attention. When the guards came to chase the dogs away, Alice slipped behind them and headed for the Queen”s door. She opened the door, and quietly snuck inside.

The room was quiet and dark, but Alice could see the mirror sitting in the corner of the room. She tip toed across the room, and almost made it to the mirror. She was stopped in her tracks, as a lantern was uncovered. Alice froze in her tracks as the Red Queen sat up in her bed.

“I knew you would be coming for the mirror.” The Queen said with a wicked smile.

Alice judged the distance to the mirror. There was no way that the Queen could reach her before she jumped through. Alice made a dash for the mirror. She was just about to reach it when she tripped over something on the floor. She landed hard, and spun around to see what she had hit. There was nothing there. Alice began to move and try for the mirror again, when she saw a smiling pair of teeth appear in the air. She stood up, but the Red Queen was already upon her, blocking her way to the mirror.

The Cheshire cat appeared on the Queens bed, smiling as usual. “You don”t want to leave so soon do you?” he purred.

Alice growled at the cat. “You set me up! Damn cat!” she yelled.

“I told you that wonderland had changed. Why shouldn”t I?” he countered.

“I don”t care how wonderland has changed. If you think I”m going to let this wacko chop my head off or bake me in a pie then your ask crazy as she is.” Alice yelled.

Alice hadn”t paid enough attention to the Red Queen, and was surprised when the Queen grabbed her from behind. The Queen overpowered her and struggled to get Alice to the bed. Alice put up a good fight, but was not a match for the Queen. She found herself pinned to the bed, with the Red Queen on top of her.

“I don”t think you”ll be getting away this time.” The Queen whispered.

Alice noticed for the first time that the Queen was not exactly as she remembered her. Whereas the Queen had been quite round before, she was now quite shapely. Her breasts bulged underneath her red gown, and Alice could see an impressive amount of muscle in her arms. Even more surprising was the Queens face. She wasn”t ugly any more. In fact, she was quite attractive, in a gothic sort of way.

“See, the Queen and I have become friends. She appreciates my…talents.” The Cat explained, his head appearing over the Queens shoulder. “I hope you like the Queens new look. She has great…taste.” The cat chuckled.

The Queen rolled her eyes at the cats” last statement. “I knew that you would be back, and I was right. You were quite the little tart before, and your even more so now. I am going to have so much fun.” She said.

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Off with the head’. I know.” Alice growled.

Alice was gathering herself to try and push the Queen off, but she did something unexpected. The Red Queen leaned down and kissed Alice. Alice was taken off guard as the Queen pressed her lips tightly to hers. It was a deep kiss which Alice tried to fight, but couldn”t. She felt the Queens tongue pressing into her mouth and slowly accepted it. Alice soon found herself eagerly kissing the Queen back. The kiss lasted for minutes before the Queen pulled away.

“Mm…she does taste sweet.” The Queen said.

“I take it you don”t want to cut my head off?” Alice asked. She was now very aware of the Queens body pressed against her.

“I”m a different Queen now. I started working out, and found the real me.” The Queen explained, cupping her hands to her breasts. “I think I was a little harsh on you before. You certainly have grown into a fine you woman.” The Queen explained.

“So what do you want with me?” Alice asked.

“That”s pretty simple.” The Queen said with a smile. She took Alice”s hands and placed them on her breasts, making her squeeze. Alice was speechless. She hadn”t expected for the Red Queen to look like she did, nor did she ever think that the Queen would be trying to get under her skirt. One thing she did have to admit; the breasts she was squeezing were firm and felt absolutely delicious. Alice had never done it with another woman, but wasn”t averse to trying it. She gave the Queens breasts a few more squeezes, and then circled each nipple with a thumb.

“I guess that I can hang around for a while. But I do need to get home eventually.” Alice explained while she pinched the Queens nipples.

“I can agree to that.” The Queen replied. She reluctantly pulled away from Alice and stood up. She pulled her nightgown over her head, and stood smiling. Alice propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the Queen. She had to admit that the Queen sure had changed, and for the better. She was a different woman from head to toe. Her black hair was now short and straight, and her lips were painted a deep red. Her body was barely short of fantastic, not like how Alice remembered. She was about the same height as Alice, but was now busty with a slim waist and flared hips. Alice couldn”t help but notice that the Queens pubic patch was dyed red, and shaved in the shape of a red heart.

“Wow, you sure have changed.” Alice said in amazement.

The Queen grinned and ran her hand down her stomach. “I use the royal ab-cruncher for thirty minutes every day.” She said. “You seem to have grown quite well yourself.”

Alice kicked off her shoes, then pulled off her blouse and skirt and tossed them to the floor. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, with her legs tucked underneath. She had almost forgotten that the Cat was in the room, but saw his tail swishing back and forth from atop a table.

“I”m still mad at you cat. Don”t even think about joining the fun.” She told him.

For the first time that Alice could remember, the cat wasn”t smiling. “What do you mean? I did all of the work and I can”t play?” the cat asked forlornly.

“That”s right, you don”t get to play. If you would have been up front in the beginning, then you would have saved us a lot of time.” Alice said with a huff.

“Well now, lets not be so hasty.” The Queen interrupted, “He does have his uses.”

“Come now cat. You should apologize to Alice.” The Queen said, motioning the cat forward with her hand.

The Queen climbed onto the bed and gently pressed Alice onto her back. She turned around and pulled Alice”s legs apart, holding them open. Alice watched as a pink tongue appeared between her legs. She was prepared as the long tongue swiped lazily over her exposed pussy, but she wasn”t prepared for the feeling. The cat”s tongue felt soft and rough all at once and her hands dug into the sheets.

“I told you he was good.” The Queen said. She continued to hold Alice”s legs apart as the cats” eyes popped into view. His tongue flicked rapidly over Alice” pussy and her head thrashed from side to side. Alice felt like she was in heaven as the cat drilled his tongue into her slit. She new that it couldn”t be possible but she felt herself beginning to come. It hadn”t been a minute yet, and she felt her stomach tightening. Alice was soon gushing cream over the cats” tongue, which lapped up every drop.

“Now, now cat. That”s enough.” The Queen ordered the cat when Alice seemed like she couldn”t take any more.

Alice was drenched in sweat, and felt as if she had just ran a marathon. “Holy shit.” She groaned as her body still shook.

“Now you see why I keep him around.” The Queen explained.

The Red Queen lifted and positioned herself over Alice, replacing the Cat who was now sitting in a chair licking his paws. Alice found herself looking into the very wet red slit of the Queen. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue out, letting the tip barely touch the queens” lips. Alice pulled her tongue back and evaluated her first taste of another woman. She found that the taste wasn”t unpleasant, and gave the Queen a much deeper lick. She started at her clit and let her tongue sink between the Queens lips, licking downward slowly.

The Red Queen moaned and lowered her mouth to Alice”s slit and began to nibble on her clit. The stimulation shot through Alice like a jolt of electricity. She pressed her mouth tightly to the Queens syrupy cunt and sucked hard. The Queen was oozing cream like a faucet, and Alice slurped down every drop. She had never been with another woman, so she just tried all of the things that she liked. The queen was soon hunching her hips and grinding her pussy down on Alice”s mouth. Alice gulped and swallowed as the Queen came, her mouth filling up with sticky cream.

Alice was hot and almost in a frenzy when the Queen moved from atop of her. She began to finger herself as she watched the Queen. The Red Queen hurried to one of her trunks and flipped the lid open. She came back to the bed carrying her royal scepter. It was made of gold and jewels, and each end was capped off by a large heart shaped ruby the size of a golf ball. The Queen climbed back on the bed with a gleam in her eye. She position one end of the scepter against Alice”s pussy and began to push. Alice yelped in surprise as the smooth ruby parted her lips and slipped into her slippery cunt.

“This is one of my most favorite toys.” The Queen said as she fed more of the scepter into Alice. Alice grunted as the Queen began to move the scepter in and out, fucking Alice with the jewel-encrusted rod. The Queen stopped for a moment and repositioned herself on the bed. She sat down and placed her legs over Alice”s. She positioned the other end of the scepter against her own cunt. She didn”t tease, and quickly drove the rod inside. Alice and the Queen locked arms and kissed. There mouths twisted together as they frantically humped the scepter. The rod was just long enough, and their wet cunts mashed together at the end of each thrust. They were soon making wet smacking sounds, holding on to each other as they experienced one orgasm after another.

Alice and the Queen kept fucking in one way or another until early in the morning, finally falling asleep, the scepter still sticking lewdly from Alice”s overworked slit.

Alice was finally awakened by kisses from the Queen, and after another bout and a long bath for two, was ready to leave. The Queen provided Alice with a new blouse and skirt, exactly like the one she already had. It seemed that the Queen had really liked the outfit. The Queen also presented Alice with two gifts. The first was a videocassette of the previous nights exploits. It was clear that the King of hearts had been stowed away in a closet with his camera. The queen had prohibited him from playing for the evening, and confided in Alice that she planned on using him after Alice had left. It was apparent that the King got off on that kind of treatment.

The second gift the queen gave Alice was a bottle of purple pills. Any time Alice wished to visit wonderland, all she had to do was take one of the pills. Alice tucked the bottle in the pocket of her skirt. She knew that she would need them.

Alice stepped through the mirror, and concentrated on the one located in the family living room. The Queen had been quite helpful in telling her how it worked. She stepped out of the mirror and into her house at 11:30pm. She was home a half-hour before her curfew on the night she had left. Alice brought the bottle of pills up to her room, and hid them in her closet. She didn”t want her parents finding them. They would use them all up and she wouldn”t get a chance to go back to wonderland.

Alice headed back out the house and back to the party. After all, the night was still young.

Xander slowly dressed and looked at the screen. He tapped the next button. He wanted to know who she was in real life, as the first question flashed across the screen.

‘Did you enjoy the experience?’ There was a scale going from ‘Disgusting’ to ‘I want to do it again.’ He selected, ‘I want to do it again.’ That was a no brainer

‘Would you recommend the experiment to others?’ The choices were yes, no, and maybe. He picked yes, most definitely yes he thought.

‘What did you like most about the experiment?’ a keyboard appeared on screen for him to type his response. He ended up typing, “The woman.’

“I see that you enjoyed your experience,” the computer voice intoned. “If you would like to know the identity of the environmental inhabitant it can be revealed to you. She enjoyed the experience.”

“Yes,” he was excited, nervous, tense, and worried all at once.

Xenia had been nervous as she got dressed and took her contacts out. Her clothing felt unnatural and she felt relief when the door to the exit room opened. She had loosely tied back her hair and felt more and more nervous as she approached the man.

“Xenia,” she softly whispered and offered her hand to the man in front of her, he seemed like a total stranger now that he was dressed.

He felt so totally formal as he took her hand, he almost laughed when she said her name, “Xander and Xenia meeting in Xanadu? Sounds like a tongue twister.” He smiled and suddenly the barriers were gone as they stepped together and enjoyed a different type of tongue twister. “How about we rent the movie, making pick up some pizza?” Xander suggested seeing how incredibly sexy she still looked even with glasses.

She leaned into him and whispered, “Perhaps we should pick up some protection on the way?”

Xander blushed a little, as he had been afraid to suggest it, “As you wish,” he softly said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh farm boy,” she replied and they both laughed and kissed walking out of the building together