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Alice's Adventures Through Wonderlust	By : Rumpelyssa Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Alice in Wonderland Views: 14398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Alice in Wonderland book series.

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- 1-Alice's Adventures Through Wonderlust
- 2-Tea For Two
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Redsliver: Here's more. That was my first attempt at SoloF, so glad you liked it.
Tea for Two
Alice stepped out of bath and looked around the room. Blue tits circled around her head and one landed on her shoulder.
“You’ve been here before,” a voice squeaked into her ear.
Alice jumped and looked at her right shoulder. The blue tit squeaked a little. She smiled at the little bird. “You know me?”
“Yes, but you’re bigger than you were. Eaten any mushroom?”
“No,” Alice sighed. “This is my true height!”
The blue tit trilled a song. “That’s strange.”
“Not strange at all,” Alice said. “When one grows up it is absolutely essential that one gets taller. It makes sense.”
“I am not much bigger than I was as a chick,” the tit said. “Yet you’re a lot bigger.”
Alice walked through the woods and looked at the trees and the path. She narrowed her eyes at the track.
“This leads to the Mad Hatter,” she mused.
The blue tit flew off. “I don’t like that place anymore!”
Alice frowned at the way the bird flew off. “Curiouser.”
She wished that she had clothes. She walked into down the woods. She skipped and frolicked until she came across a white picket gate. The table was empty; the sky was overcast; and there was a man sitting at the end of the table miserable and alone. Alice didn’t like people being miserable.
She opened the gate and walked up to the man. She shook his shoulders and he woke up.
“More tea,” he said gloomily. Alice sat down on a seat and leaned over.
“What’s the matter?” she asked in a nice voice.
“More tea,” the Mad Hatter said gloomily.
“There isn’t any tea,” Alice said. “Where is the March Hare?”
“Who?” he asked. “More tea?”
Alice sighed. “Look at me.”
The Mad Hatter turned his head and looked at her. His eyes widened in surprise. He licked his lips. Where did this thing come from?
“Who are you, my dear?” he asked.
“Alice,” she said.
“Well, Alice,” the Mad Hatter’s eyes glinted as he realised she was completely naked. “Don’t I know you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You are more interesting now,” he looked at the way her blonde hair glinted gold in the sunshine. “Much more interesting.”
“I am just the same Alice,” she said. The Mad Hatter licked his lips again.
“Oh no you are not, my dear, you are a completely different Alice,” he said. He pushed his chair back and walked around the chair. “A very different Alice!” He exclaimed as he brushed aside her hair to reveal creamy flesh.
“Mad Hatter, what are you doing?” she asked.
He brushed his lips on her neck and whispered against her flesh. “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
Alice simpered as his dark curly hair brushed against her sensitised flesh. She moaned and her hand reached up into his hair. “I never got the answer to that one.”
“There are some moments in life that riddles lose their importance,” he said as he cupped her breast in his hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I think you will like it.”

He smiled against her neck. She felt it and sighed. She couldn’t resist his gentle lips against her neck as his fingers squeezed and tugged at the nipples. They hardened just as they did in the bath. She turned her head around and breathed in his scent.
“Mmm,” she said. The Mad Hatter responded by stroking his hands down towards her stomach, the feel of his velvet jacket sleeve brushing against her skin made Alice moan loudly.
“Like that, my dear?” he whispered sucking her lobe.
“You weren’t like this when we met before.”
“Neither were you, my dear.”
Alice tentatively kissed his cheek. She breathed his musky scent and found herself wanting to taste it. She grabbed onto his hair more and knocked his hat off! It rolled down the hill never to adorn his head again.
The Mad Hatter started to feel hot in his clothes. He stopped kissing her for a while and stepped back. He unbuttoned his jacket and took his cravat and tore it off. Alice heard the sound of ripping fabric and turned around. Her mouth hung wide open at the sight that met her eyes.
When she had last seen the Mad Hatter he was a buck toothed, rather quirky looking fellow; now he was different. Or she perceived him differently; she did not know the answer to that question. He was still odd looking but there was something wonderful about it now that she couldn’t help but like it. She was particularly drawn to his black curly hair. She smiled as he undid the buttons of his plum coloured velvet jacket.
“What are you doing, Mr Hatter?” she asked.
“What do you think, my dear?”
Alice did not know what to think. She had never seen a man look like this before. It fascinated her too much for her to walk away though she knew she should. There was something about the Mad Hatter that frightened her.
“Shall we play games and riddles?” she asked.
The Mad Hatter tipped his head to one side and sighed. “I think you are too old for games and riddles now, my dear. You look like a woman to me, not a little girl anymore.”
“But I don’t want to be a woman,” Alice said. “I want to be a little girl.”
“There are some things that can’t be helped, my dear. You have the shape of the woman. I no longer sing songs or make riddles.”
“Really,” Alice said, “why not?”
“That is for childhood entertainment,” the Mad Hatter said. “Men and women find pleasure in other things than riddles.”
Alice chewed her lower lip. “Such as?”
The Mad Hatter clapped his hands and licked his lips. “Well, my dear, do you wish me to show you?”
Alice glanced around and looked back at the Mad Hatter. “Where is the March Hare?” she asked again.
“He’s gone,” her companion replied.
“The Dormouse?”
“Gone to,” he sighed. “It is just I on my own. But now you are here, Alice.”
Alice never heard her name spoken like that before. She was startled by what it did to her. He walked up to her unbuttoning his silk red waistcoat. He threw that on the floor. Alice started to run away but the Mad Hatter grabbed her hand and pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me show you how men and women entertain each other,” the Hatter replied before nibbling on her earlobe.
She squeaked as his tongue licked and curved itself around her ear tasting it. Alice’s skin tingled with delight. She was about to relax into it when she felt something tickling her chest. She gasped and looked down and noticed that he had shed his shirt and was half naked. Alice had never seen a half naked man!
“Oh my,” she said. His chest was covered in hair but thinned out towards the naval. Her mouth parted and her eyes shone with delight. She stroked her hands up his chest and twirled his hair around her fingers. He moaned.
“Alice,” he moaned. “That’s good – so good!”
“It is?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” he said. “That’s very nice.” He circled her breasts in his hot hands and she sighed. “See.”
She smiled a little. “What’s that like harder?”
The Mad Hatter grinned. He pushed them up and moved them apart slightly harder. She sighed and threw her head back. “Want more?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Please, more.”
He pushed the flesh inwards with the point of his fingers, she sighed loudly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled at her. He dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples.
“Mmm, Alice, you are very nice indeed.”
She clutched onto him tightly allowing him to take more of her breast in.
“I like that, a lot!” she puffed slightly.
The Mad Hatter grinned and stroked down her sides going down to her legs and picked them up and clapped them around his waist. She gazed into his hazel eyes and parted her lips. Her mouth went dry and she licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. His eyes glazed over and looked rapturously at her parted mouth. He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into her mouth before she could object.
“Alice,” he moaned. “Alice. You taste better than a whole table full of tea.”
She began to pant and she thrust her hips forward. She squealed when she felt something hard press against her fanny.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s my spout,” the Mad Hatter said. “And no, it isn’t short and stout!”
Alice didn’t know what that meant but by the tone of the Hatter’s voice she could tell it was naughty and blushed.
“And – um – where does it pour?” she asked.
The Mad Hatter grinned. He leant in and whispered in her ear. “In your cup of course, my dear.”
He sat her on the table and she lay on her back. He unbuttoned his trousers and they fell down. Alice looked down and saw – his spout. He was right. It wasn’t short, and definitely not stout.
“What’s my cup?” she asked.
He smirked and walked closer towards her. He parted her legs again and he leant down. He took his spout in his hand and guided it to her cup. He eased it in her cup. She moaned. He smiled at her.
“I must take hold of your handle, my dear,” he said. He stroked her fanny and pinched her clit causing her to scream. “Do you like the way I take hold of your handle?”
“Yes,” she panted. He stroked her again.
“Let’s see to the milk shall we?” he said. He slipped out of her and looked down at his pre-cum. “I like my tea weak with plenty of sugar.”
He rubbed, stroked, pinched, teased and kissed her in a way that made her pant, puff, scream, and beg for more. He pushed into her causing her to scream louder than she had ever screamed. It hurt her considerably but she loved the pain.
“That is how boiled water feels in the kettle!” he exclaimed. “Why do you think the kettle whistles?”
Alice could understand now exactly why the kettle whistled. She panted. “What are you pouring into my cup?” she asked.
“Lots of hot, steaming, milk, Alice!”
He thrust into her pinching her clit very slightly causing her to groan. The harder he thrust; the harder he pinched; the louder she screamed. She was like a kettle that was boiling and whistling so loud.
“What is this feeling?” Alice asked. “It’s the best feeling I have ever had.”
“That’s because you enjoy this particular brand of tea,” the Hatter groaned as he thrust and pounded into her.
“Oh, Hatter!” she exclaimed. “Hatter!” she moaned. “HAT-TER!”
“Alice,” he sighed. “Alice, you’re so hot. So tight!” He grunted. “ALICE!” he exclaimed.
Sweat dripped off his hair and she was hot too. He smiled a little at her. “That was an amazing cup of tea!” she panted.
“It was the best birthday present I have ever had,” he said.
“It was my birthday to.”
She stroked his hair and smiled as she rolled her head and closed her eyes.
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