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Part of the Fairy Tale Stories. Not a series, but a group of related tales

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Alice loved the feel of the late summer breeze whipping the far too short nightgown around her torso, separating itself completely from the thin black knickers almost painted on her delicious hips. The wind would wind itself up her front, and caress her nipples with careless abandon. They stood up and took notice of the attention, and pushed hard against the thin white cotton.

She skipped through the long grass, her hand in Joey's, as he attempted to keep up with her drunk-like dance, he more decently dressed in denim shorts and wrinkled t-shirt.

As soon as they were out of sight of the house, she stopped Joey dead in his tracks, planted her feet squarely on the hard dirt, and commanded his attention.

"Take them off, Joey."

"Sorry?"

"The knickers. You made me put them on. You take them off." The smile more than made up for the stern tone.

"Oh wondrous one. I live only to serve."

"Oh, I thought fucking was your calling."

"You think that's not a form of service?"

"Not the way you do it, no." The grin was repeated.

"Bitch!"

"Just take these, would you? And don't feel me up this time."

"No?"

"Yes!"

"Oh." Joey didn't touch her though, other than to hook his thumbs in the thin waistband, and draw the panties gently down the sides of her pale legs.

"Bastard."

"Serves you right. Are we still taking photos?"

"Mm-hmm. The innocent waif in the clover. That sort of thing."

"With no knickers?"

"It's hot."

"It's always hot."

"The weather."

"I knew that." Lifting the camera in his hands, he scanned around expertly for the best location. "Over there. See that small mound with the daisies? The stream will be in the background, and the sun is filtering down through the trees."

"God, I love it when you talk dirty. You want me to stand there, on the top?"

"Please."

"Should I pull the nightie down Joey?" Standing carelessly now amongst the daisies, Alice was pointlessly holding onto the hem of the too-short nightie, and though the sides were well down on her hips, the view from both front and rear would have been unsuitable for younger audiences.

"Tell you what. Hold it for now, and then when I tell you, let it go, and I'll snap a few frames as it lifts."

"You have the best ideas Joey. Like this?"

"Mmm-hmm. Now, let it go."

"Yeah?"

"That's great, but how about I give you these briefs back?"

"Oh, I should put them back on?"

"No, no. Just hold them in your hand. Oh, I know, hang them from a finger, as you let the nightie go."

"Got it." She got back in position, hands firmly holding the tight cotton down again, panties bundled in one hand, ready to swing down on a finger for the shot.

"Okay, I'm ready. You know how sexy you look, right?"

"Thanks honey. All my boys say that." She let go of the nightie, and then just as she hung the black scrap of cloth from one upraised hand, the wind caught it, swinging it up and out, and as the nightie flapped and rose in front of her, pale blonde bush plainly displayed now, and the camera clicked enthusiastically in Joey's grasp, the knickers flew off towards the stream. "Damn! Hold on Hon. I'll get them back."

Leaping off the mound away from Joey, she turned and spied the flying knickers, and chased them through the tall grass. Joey stared at her bouncing bum through the viewfinder, and kept on clicking. Twice she bent over to pick them up when suddenly the breeze picked up, and the chase was on again. Finally she cornered the errant undies in a hollow in the ground. In a parody of animal stalking, she crept up on them, and when she got close enough, she crouched momentarily on the ground, and then her near-naked body sprang effortlessly from the grass, her legs bent beneath her as she positioned herself, giggling, to land on the small blackness.

Straightening her legs now, she braced herself for the impact on the firm ground, cushioned only by the tiny triangle of cotton, but it never happened. Alice couldn't explain it, but somehow she fell through the ground, as though the grass covered a hole, though it didn't. Her minimal clothing caught a little on the surrounding twigs and roots though, and her nightie was suddenly up around her face, blocking her sight.

Frantically she pulled the offending material down to her waist, and realised she had still not hit the ground. Even if she had fallen in a hole, she should have reached the bottom by now. Looking down below her now, she was again unable to understand what was happening. She seemed to be falling slowly, very slowly, down a tunnel, or a well, surrounded by dirt, but the tunnel was becoming wider. She had time to look clearly at the bugs and tree roots as she fell, much more slowly than should happen with normal gravity.

Looking down again, she could see something strange falling below her, slightly faster than she was going. She realised it was her knickers, floating down the tunnel ahead of her. Suddenly she felt uncomfortable in her semi-naked state, and wished she could speed up, and catch them, but they seemed to be getting further away from her.

Even further down the tunnel, Alice thought she could see some light, and some sort of movement. With a shock, she realised that though she had never been here before, this place was something her grandmother had told her about. She used to tell her stories when she was a little girl, about her adventures down under the ground. Her grandmother had called the place Wonderland. Alice had always had a lot of respect for her grandmother, for whom she was named, but she had always thought the stories were a figment of the older Alice's imagination. Her grandmother had encouraged this belief, she was sure.

Recalling the stories caused a brief smile to cross Alice's face. Sure as hell, her granny had never been down here without her underwear!

Though no further time seemed to have passed, suddenly Alice was just a little above the floor of the tunnel, and her feet lightly touched the packed dirt below her, and she settled onto them with virtually no impact. Thinking sensibly for once, she looked around first for her knickers, but couldn't see them anywhere. The long tunnel rose directly above her, the top so far away that she couldn't see it, and four openings, like cave mouths, opened around her. The all looked the same, and she had no idea how to proceed from here.

Suddenly a man appeared from the cave to her left, and streaked across the open ground. He was tall, muscular and stark naked. What's more, he had a huge erection, and he carried her knickers in one hand. As he passed her, and turned to head through one of the other openings, she noticed a kind of shimmer, and then he looked instead like a huge rabbit. The erection was just as apparent, and the knickers were still in his hand... um... paw. Just as he was about to disappear again, Alice called out to him. "Hey, hold on. What's going on? Give me those!"

"Oh, look, I'm late. Very late. Fucking horny too."

"I can see that. Come over here. Give me my knickers."

"No way. How do I know they are yours I'm really late you wanna fuck?" It was all one question, without pauses.

As he turned again, he looked like a man once more. Alice found that by moving to the left and right, she could change the image. What she saw depended entirely on the angle at which she looked. "Listen, are you a man, or not?"

"Yep, I can be you just need to look the right way decide that I am a man and I am Are we gonna fuck then you can have the knickers I guess."

"Oh, slow down, will you? Where can we fuck then?" She found that by convincing herself he was a man, he no longer shimmered and disappeared.

"Tunnel one bed in there not much time quickie knickers after." The last part of the non-sentence was hard to hear as he bend and shot through the tunnel, bending to get through the low opening, his very human bum wiggling cheekily back at her.

"Hold on, I might get lost."

She chased him quickly through the low opening, and as his head popped through, she realised she was in a bedroom. It was decorated in an old Edwardian style, and the man was lying in the bed, the blankets covering his nakedness, but accentuating the solid erection, a tent forming around it. He looked up as she walked further into the room.

"Bed no time fuck hurry."

Alice found herself unable to resist his invitation, and as she approached the bed, she pulled the nightie off over her head, and leapt up on the covers, before burrowing herself down between the sheets. "Listen, you at least have to tell me your name."

"Bertrand nice tits lets fuck."

She was becoming used to the weird sentence structure now, and realised that she was seriously aroused by the whole situation. Throwing caution to the wind, she threw off the covers, lay back with her head on the pillow, and lifted her arms up in welcome. "Take me then Bert. Go on."

"Not like that." An entire sentence! "From behind on knees."

Obviously he still contained a fair portion of the rabbit within him. Alice dutifully got up from the bed, and turned over, feeling vulnerable, hot, and damp, all at once, but not at all afraid. Bertrand approached gently behind her, lifted her bum carefully until she was on her hands and knees, and then leaned forward and kissed her neck, his strong body touching all over her back, his hands caressing her shoulders, his hardness pressing between her legs, firm, hard, intent, but gentle.

Alice found herself spreading her knees to give him better access, reaching behind herself, and pulling him closer, his hard bum warm and firm in her hands, his hips undulating rhythmically. As she bent lower at the base of her spine, she could feel the tip of his cock at the wet entrance to her, and she thrust hard toward him, pulling him deep inside, careless now of the consequences, driven by primitive instinct rather than thought.

As she started to move beneath him, his rigidity began to slide in and out of her, an insane tickling of her nerves driving her closer and closer, as his thrusts became more unforgiving, driven by his own instincts. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and her whole being became encompassed by the impalement. She could feel her clitoris engorging and demanding her attention, and she forgot about everything else.

Bertrand didn't seem to be in any hurry now, and he continued to pump relentlessly within her, his hand alternately pulling and pushing her hips, his manhood sliding tightly but seemingly without effort inside. After an impossible and immeasurable length of time, Alice could feel herself crossing the border. Her breath became shallow and sharp, and her movements became urgent. She willed Bertrand to move faster, and bent more sharply at the hips to increase the pressure on her swollen clitoris.

As she felt the surge of energy that preceded her orgasm, she relented to the pressure, and moved her hands from his bum, and moved them toward her thighs, intending to relieve herself, to release the intolerable pleasure. Suddenly she realised she was too late, and she screamed loudly as she came abruptly. Mixed signals crashed into her confused mind, and pleasure pulses danced about her body, her muscled clenched tight, and as her thighs clamped on his wild hot hardness, he came as well. Alice could feel the hot stickiness pump deep inside her, covering her most intimate parts with his passion.

Alice collapsed on the bed then, and as Bertrand's pleasure weapon shrank to a more reasonable size, it slid quietly from inside her, and he climbed off the bed.

"Must go late very late now nice go bye."

She turned at this point, to stop him, thank him, and ask a whole rack of questions, foremost of which was the whereabouts of her undies, but he was gone. All she saw was his muscled bum as he again bent and swooped through the cave mouth, muttering about how late he was.

Alice was tired after all the activity, and she settled back on the bed, intending to rest for a minute before chasing Bertrand down and retrieving her knickers. Of course, closing her eyes was a mistake. She was asleep instantaneously.