Liddell - A Different Wonderland Ch. 03

Then the memories flooded again, to a second, more memorable tea party.

Hatter and the March Hare had always been entertaining hosts and Dormouse made the most excellent tea. Visiting Wonderland again in her 23rd year, Alice, dressed in her best purple and ivory frock, was seated by Hatter, waiting for her time to speak. He had asked a question and had not given enough time for a reply; she had a reply but waited for the eternal drone of chatter to cease. Moments passed, which seemed like minutes, which seemed like hours... Alice drummed her fingers on the white linen tablecloth, her tea now cold and her cucumber sandwich soggy and inedible. Feeling outed, Alice's eyes wandered the table, taking note of all the different cups and saucers, the varied trays of sandwiches and crudités, the layered racks of pastries and the giant blue and silver teapot that was the focal point of the table. Sighing, she wished she could just crawl inside and drown out the rabble. At least then she wouldn't care of Hatter's question was never answered.

Dormouse had been watching Alice while interjecting with silly remarks, to keep the conversation going. She looked especially lovely today and he wanted to show her that. Bounding from the table and running to a small thicket, Dormouse found some small wildflowers. With a great struggle, he yanked his makeshift bouquet from the ground and trotted back, holding her trophy in his paws. With a great sweeping gesture, Dormouse presented Alice with the flowers. Alice, deeply flattered and sparked by the attention, giggles and took the minute arrangement.

"Thank you, Dormouse" she smiled. Dormouse was left breathless by such sweetness. Feeling particularly inspired now, Dormouse curled up in Alice's lap, watching Hatter and Hare jabber animatedly. Stroking his head absently, Alice still felt slighted; it's quite rude to ask someone a question and not wait for an answer. Yet, the amicable Dormouse, sitting like a plush doll in her lap, was fond company. Dormouse felt frisky, having his ears scratched and melting into the sweet-scented warmth that was her lap, her thighs offering support and lush comfort. Pretending to drop a spoon, Dormouse excused himself and slid down her skirting to the ground. Looking back up cautiously, he noticed she had gone back to her distracted stance.

Perfect opportunity.

Carefully navigating his way under her petticoats, Dormouse discovered her legs. Her sweet, supple legs with the perfect combination of muscle and softness had been hiding under the cursed garment. They deserved recognition. Before Dormouse had a chance to expound mentally on their profound beauty, he glanced up. And saw Paradise. Uncovered and laid bare.

Alice, not paying attention to where Dormouse could have gone to, took a sip of her now-cold tea. Blanching her face, she placed the cup back in the saucer when suddenly she felt a sight stinging sensation inside her thigh. Thinking something must have bitten her, she squirmed and tried to shoo away the figmented source of discomfort. Narrowly missing Dormouse, clinging lovingly to the inside of her left thigh through her stocking, Alice shrugged off the sensation; she'd been bitten by stranger things before. The cup clattered into the saucer's ridge, causing Hatter and Hare to stop chattering temporarily and look about, trying to determine the source of the interruption. Waiting a second, Alice missed her opportunity to answer Hatter's question when their droning resumed. Sighing and leaning on the table, hand cupping her chin, Alice caught sight of a puff of smoke. Smiling, she knew Cat was about.

Dormouse, not so easily distracted by the waving hand but *very* distracted by her scent, gingerly resumed the climb up her thigh. He had never felt so excited. The closer he got to the apex between her thighs, the stuffier it became under her skirts. Breathing raggedly from struggle and anticipation, Dormouse, reached the hook of her garter and rested there a moment. Catching his breath, he felt his shaft straining through his trousers, wanting to see what all the fuss was about. Dormouse knew he couldn't satisfy Alice the way he wanted to.... but there was a way.

Alice looked up in surprise: Cat was sitting across from her at the table, grinning while the incessant conversation meandered on. She also felt a lump under her skirt, right where her garter met the top of her stocking. She knew she couldn't very well raise her skirt to see what the issue was. That would be rude and there were nothing but males surrounding her. Trying to maintain composure, Alice smiled.

"Hello Cat. Come to join the party? Hatter and Hare are having a *LOVELY* conversation." Her sarcasm was too seasoned to be ignored and cat chuckled.

"Oh come down, Alice, you know how caught up they can be in their worlds. Would you like more tea? Where is Dormouse? I'm certain he'd pour you a fresh cup." Cat's inner ears perked at the nearly invisible sounds of scratching taffeta and the snap of garter. He knew where Dormouse was.

Alice bucked slightly, feeling the sting of her garter snap her thigh. Flushing red and trying not to fidget, she replied. "I'm not certain where Dormouse is. He gave me this lovely bouquet...." Motioning her hand to the cluster of wildflowers in front of her sandwich plate, Alice bit her lip, feeling the scrabble of fur and paws crawl up her thigh.

Now *she* knew where Dormouse was.

Cat grinned back at her, his eyes challenging her to move, to shift.... to respond. "Oh I bet he's searching for more sugar-syrup for your tea, Alice." Cat winked. Alice, feeling indignant and not to be bested, smiled sweetly back at Cat. They had played this game before. Opening her thighs under her skirt slightly, Alice purchased more room for Dormouse.

Dormouse, unaware of the interaction above, caught a whiff of her personal perfume and felt the tickling her curls against his fur. Incensed, Dormouse shifted his muzzle toward her crevasse, truly a sight to behold. All pink and layered with soft blonde down, her lips spread open like a butterfly and her clit hidden beneath the petals; Dormouse nearly fainted. Stretching his tongue, he licked at the hardening button and felt it pulse slightly.

Alice gasped audibly at the lick. Cat continued to grin, not moving an inch but thoroughly absorbed in her show of decorum. The gasp made Hatter and Hare cease their conversation again and both looked at Alice. Blushing furiously and not moving a muscle, Alice countered. "Oh please continue, Hatter, I find it all fascinating." Hatter, puzzled and raising an eyebrow replied, "Didn't you have something to tell me, Alice? Answer my question, please. It's rude to not respond when properly asked."

Fuming inwardly, Alice's mind raced into a flurry: what was his damned question anyways?

Dormouse, lost in his own world of Alice's perfumed flesh and savory slickness, continued to lap at her lips, his nose tickling her clit and making it more swollen, demanding attention. Alice felt her body flush and growing in layer upon layer of oral bliss. She would have to thank Dormouse later... somehow.

Cat could smell her a mile away and would have to punish Dormouse later... somehow. But in the meantime, he would enjoy the show. Her show. She shifted and tried to open her thighs further, to give Dormouse more access to more, making it feel good. But she couldn't be so obvious. Squirming as if her knees were on fire, Alice tried to sit straight and enjoy the tea cat poured for her. Leaning into her face and looking down into her lap, Cat purred. "Do you take milk or lemon in your tea, pretty lady? I'm sure I could find some very sweet nectar to put into it for you.... since you're brimming with it" Alice looked up into Cat's eyes, laughing at her but holding an inner gleam of something.... undetermined. For that time, anyways.

Dormouse's incessant picking and nuzzling of her pussy lips made Alice that much wetter, making it more difficult for Dormouse to breathe. He couldn't think of a sweeter place to drown. Feeling his own bulge throb and stop short of release, Dormouse flicked Alice's clit furiously, rolling it on a circle with his tongue and using his paws to rub her lips. He could feel the tremor in her thighs begin. He knew she was close.... so close.

Alice began to breathe between her teeth, trying to be quiet. It felt indescribably good and oh-so naughty, not being able to cry out. Cat watched with a humored smirk on his face... almost cursing that blasted rodent for giving him a lovely performance. Making her more delectable to him. Making him want her more.

Dormouse felt the pulsing begin under his tongue, every sinew in her thighs tighten and lock in place, her lips becoming saturated and her clit throbbed almost angrily. But anger was the last feeling she had. Dormouse felt himself explode in his trousers as Alice exploded around his body. Trying to maintain decorum, Alice bit her lower lip harder to keep from crying out in pleasure. A small, deep groan caressed her throat and escaped through the gap between her teeth and bottom lip. Cat felt her tremors from across the table and could smell her release. Growling in his throat and staring straight through her eyes and into her, Cat's grin faded slightly and a different look crossed his countenance. Something Alice didn't recognize in him right away.

Lust.

Alice felt the rolling flexion diminish and her chest, neck and cheeks glowed with her heat. Trying not to draw attention to herself, Alice shifted, now aware she was slouched down, her bottom hovering over the edge of the chair seat. Dormouse, more than content, leaped from her valley and onto the ground and landing ungracefully to his feet. Showered in her fluids, Dormouse cleaned himself off as best her could: her scent and taste were something he didn't want to waste. After a few moments of intense grooming, Dormouse wandered out from under the table, off to Alice's side. Looking up at her, he cleared his throat. Alice looked down, seeing her charming arouser still dampened from her personal nectar.

Dormouse winked at her.

Looking from Dormouse to Cat, Alice smiled with a satisfied smirk gracing her face. Cat, not to be outdone, floated across the table, coming face to face with her and licked her nose. She squealed.

Hatter and Hare ceased their conversation again. Both looked at Alice.

"Alice, ye daft girl, how do you keep interrupting our conversation? Is what you have to say so bloody important?"

Alice slyly glanced about the table and, putting on her best impudence, responded:

'Twinkle twinkle my sweet Cat

How I wonder where you're at

Floating 'bove my head so high

Like a tea tray in the sky

Twinkle twinkle my sweet Cat

Where would you like to be at?'

Both looked at her perplexed.

Feeling his tongue plunge into her saturated pussy, grooming the dampened fleece there made Alice cry out. Not only was he buried in her secret garden but.... his tongue was a little bristly. His nose nudged in-between her ass cheeks, almost hungrily trying to memorize her scent, which really required no memory at all. Her many mysteries and discoveries he had ingrained into his mind for decades, seething over them until he knew she was ready. Maybe she didn't know... but he did.