Alice jumped from the bed, and stood beside it on the floor, both relaxed and nervous.

The relaxation was a direct result of her activities with the March Hare. Fucking that man/rabbit, of whom, needless to say, there was no sign, while distracting, was very nice.

The nervousness was caused by the fact that she still didn't have her knickers. The determination to get them back might not have made sense, but she couldn't just wander around down here without them.

Pulling at the hem of the nightie again, she giggled. It really was a ludicrous piece of clothing, but perhaps she should keep it on for now. At least it covered her breasts. Sort of.

Turning on the floor beside the bed, she could see seven arched doorways leading from the room. She could have sworn that when she followed Bert and his erection in here earlier it was a little room with one entrance. Which way to go?

The doorways were all identical, though the views through them were not. Some led to further hallways. One looked like an entry to a kitchen. The one that caught her attention though was directly across the rumpled bed from her, and led to a field of some sort. She could feel the warmth from the sunshine, and the breeze. There was a delicious smell of summer, and she decided she wanted to go there.

She ran around the bed, heading for the doorway, and stopped suddenly. The exit had changed to a damp dark hallway, uninviting to say the least. She could still smell the forest though, and when she looked up, back across the bed to where she stood before, she could see that doorway had become the one she wanted.

Needless to say, she ran back around the bed, and again stopped abruptly. The exit had once more vanished, replaced by the same chilly hallway. In fact, as she walked around the bed, she noticed that the door into summer also moved. It stayed opposite her no matter what. She tried walking slowly, and then running fast, her bare bum bouncing behind her, but nothing would work.

Suddenly, she thought of a way. Keeping the doorway in sight, she walked toward the bed, climbed up on it on her hands and knees, crawled across the centre of it, realising it still smelled deliciously of her, and Bert, and sex...

She stopped then, remembering the wonderful feeling of it all, and the simple strength. Realising she wasn't quite in the hurry she had thought, Alice climbed back under the covers, pulled them up, and lay there with her eyes closed.

She wasn't sleepy however, not the slightest bit, and so her thoughts turned, as they often did, to sex. Not any specific instance, or anything particular, just a jumble of thoughts and feelings, memories and fantasies.

As her thoughts became a little more organised, her body began to respond, and she hiked the little nightgown up over the top of her breasts, and kicked the covers back off. Privacy was nice, but freedom was much better.

Her bare nipples were suddenly accosted by the gentle breeze flowing through the room, and as she caressed her breasts around them, carefully avoiding the nipples themselves, they became erect, hard little arousal meters.

Touching her nipples finally, she shuddered, and her body jerked on the bed, in time to the groan that escaped her pursed lips.

She had thought she was in for a long, relaxed self-massage, but now she felt some urgency, some need to finish. While one hand stayed and played with alternate nipples, the other slid down her body, over her ribs, down past her ticklish navel. Then it continued over the thatch of blonde hair, into the warmth, the softness, the moisture.

Pulling her knees up now, and spreading her legs for better access, she attacked herself vigorously, rubbing and tweaking, pulling and sliding.

Eventually, she decided she needed both hands to finish this properly, and reluctantly left her nipples to their own devices. One hand delved deep inside herself, sliding in and out almost frictionlessly, while the other seduced her clitoris, little slippery swipes across the top of it, almost too much, but not quite. Squeezing and pressing around the area, with occasional dips down further for more moisture.

Alice lost track of her surroundings then, her mind enveloped by the feelings, desperate now to finish.

She lay there, undulating, on the bed, hands between her legs, edging closer and closer, groaning with the strain, until she pushed herself over the precipice, and her whole body shuddered as she came, clamping down on her own hands, trying desperately to stop moving until she could regain some control. Of course, she couldn't, and her muscles continued to tickle her nerves, and she jerked there on the bed, slowly calming down.

As her body returned to something approaching normality, she remembered why she'd climbed up, and looked across at the door into the forest, which hadn't moved. She crawled across the bed, turned around feet first and slid, never taking her eyes off the doorway, not even to drag the nightie back down over her ass.

Hopping from the bed, she ran toward the doorway, and leapt through it, hands high, feet apart, very unladylike, but very, very post-orgasmic Alice.

She landed on a leaf strewn path, crouched down and looked. She could see some sort of activity in the distance, and started walking down the meandering path toward the noise.

Three steps later, she was there, suddenly. At the edge of a clearing, listening to the chatter. She looked back and couldn't quite work out how she'd covered so much distance in such a short time. Then the conversation caught her attention, and she looked ahead again.

"You say you took them from her?"

"Yes yes I talked her into taking them off."

"Oh, you did not! You must have found them somewhere. Who would hand over their knickers just because you asked?"

In the middle of the clearing stood a big old wooden table, surrounded by about a dozen rustic chairs. To one side of the table stood a small group. What looked disturbingly like a large mouse, a little old man in a huge top hat, and Bertrand.

Bertie was swinging Alice's black knickers above his head, and exclaiming to the old man still.

"I did I talked her into handing them over and then I fucked her too."

"Now you're being ridiculous."

"In the bed in the tunnel room I did really I did."

The mouse was asleep, and the argument was held over its head.

The old man was just ready to make his disbelief known again when he saw Alice.

"Oh, my dear, come over here, please."

Bert looked over, and squawked again. "That's her Hatter that's the one there with no knickers see."

Walking over to the table, Alice took a spare seat, and sat, looking at the two of them, unsure what to say. "Umm... Hello. I'm Alice."

"Hello Alice. I'm the Hatter."

"The Mad Hatter he is."

"Quiet Bertrand. We have company."

"I already had that company."

Alice waved a finger at him then. "Stop it!"

They both looked at her for a moment.

"I like her spunk," said the Mad Hatter, thoughtfully.

"She liked mine, too," Bert responded.

The Hatter ignored him this time. He smiled at Alice, and bobbed his head a little, tipping the huge hat precariously.

"Hello Mr Hatter," Alice responded. "Tell me, does he always tell tales?"

"Oh, he's terrible."

"I don't like him telling those awful lies about me."

"I told him that myself. I asked him why anyone would just hand him their knickers."

"Thank you. I can't understand it myself."

"No. And then, to have claimed to seduced you."

"Oh, no, that part's alright."

"What?"

"Well, it's the lying that worries me. He picked those knickers up off the ground. Stole them, basically."

"Yes, but..."

"As for the rest, well, I can't argue if it's true."

"You fucked a rabbit?"

"Good God no. I looked the other way."

"What?"

"Well, he only looks like a rabbit from certain angles."

"Yes, so?"

"Well, the angles we were at, he was a man."

"A man?"

"So long as I kept one eye shut."

"So he's telling the truth?"

"Well, yes, about the sex."

"But not the knickers?"

"No."

"Seems rather minor."

"Not to me. It's the principle. Do you think, Mr Hatter, that you could convince him to give the knickers back? I'm not exactly overdressed here, you know."

"Hmmm... possibly. Quiet Bert. What would you be willing to do for me in return?"

"Ahh... pour you some tea?"

"Nope."

"A nice smile?"

"Doubt it."

"I think I can see where this is going."

"I thought you might." His head was bobbing frantically now.

"You'll lose your hat if you keep that up. Tell you what, get the knickers off him, and we can discuss it."

"No, I need commitment."

"I don't mean to be rude, but you are a frail old man. You sure you can manage?"

"You already know nothing here is as you imagine."

"Alright then. Deal."

"Good." He turned then to Bertrand, and whispered to him. Bert frowned, handed over the knickers to The Hatter, turned in that strange way so that he suddenly looked like a rabbit again, and bounded off into the forest. The Mad Hatter lifted his hat, threw the black briefs inside it, and planted it back on his head. "Before or after?"

"Before or after what?"

"Tea, of course."

"Oh. After."

"Would you like milk?"

"Oh, yes please."

"Sugar?"

"Don't I look sweet?"

"Oh, you do. Definitely."

"Just as well. One please."

They sat quietly and drank their tea, The Hatter with a gleam in his eye, Alice with her nightie forgotten, and up around her waist. The mouse slumbered on, snoring loudly, between them.

As the level of tea in the cup got lower, Alice started to feel a little strange. A little distant perhaps, as though every time she spoke, there was a delay before the sound came out of her mouth. When she listened to the old man, as well, it was as though she understood what he was saying before he finished saying it.

"Mr Hatter, was there..."

"Yes?"

"... something? Something in the tea?"

"Milk, you mean, dear?"

"No, not milk. Something... I feel a little strange."

"It will wear off soon enough."

"Soon enough?"

"For you to get your knickers back."

"Oh, good."

The conversation continued, and slowly Alice felt herself merge back into herself, to become one person again, instead of two. It wasn't unpleasant exactly. Just strange.

Putting her empty cup on the table finally, she turned to the Hatter again. "You know, Mr Hatter, I feel much better now."

"I knew you would, Alice."

"In fact I... oh."

"What?"

"Oh, it's... nothing. You... wow. You look younger than you did before."

"Oh, thank you very much."

"No, you're... you're getting younger."

"This is a problem?"

"Well, it's not entirely... Hmmm..."

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, that depends. How does this work? Is the tea affecting me still, and am I just seeing you younger, or has something actually changed?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course. You... Oh, you're quite dashing."

"Well, thank you."

"That... that's alright. Just stay there, would you?"

"You think I was going somewhere?"

"No, no. I just want to have a close look." Jumping up from her chair now, and feeling remarkably alright, she hopped over to where the Hatter was sitting. All timidity firmly aside, she clambered up on his lap, facing him, oblivious of her underwear challenged state, and put her hands on the sides of his face. "You seem to be real."

"Isn't that what matters?"

"I guess. You're... Kiss me?"

"What?"

"Come on."

"You're sure?"

"Oh, yes." The Hatter tipped his head down a little to find Alice's mouth, and their lips locked together. Their arms wrapped around one another, as did their tongues. Alice couldn't believe the affect he was having on her, as she pressed herself into his chest, and ground her face into his. "I can't do this without a proper name. What do I call you?"

"Michael."

"Your name is Michael?"

"Close enough."

"Mmmm... Stop talking, Michael. Kiss me again."

The kiss continued, the two of them sitting alone beside the mouse, who still snored in complete ignorance. Eventually, Alice pulled her face away from The Hatter's, and looked up at him. "You know, for an old man who hangs out with a rabbit and a mouse, you're very good at this."

"Thank you. You're not bad yourself."

"You frequently seduce girls?"

"Not nearly often enough."

"Listen. You're rather overdressed, don't you think?"

"You're very forward, aren't you?"

"I'm... well I am, but not this forward. You've done something to me."

"Not me, Alice."

"The tea."

"Possibly."

Alice pulled herself off his lap now, and noticed both that he was staring at her, and that there was a noticeable bulge in his old dark trousers. "Can I help you with that Michael?"

Standing up, which made the bulge more obvious, he spoke quietly. "I'm a little... shy."

"You are not."

"I am. Just... let me turn around, alright?"

"Oh, alright, go on then."

The Hatter turned from her then, put his big hat on the table, and proceeded to remove each of his items of clothing. Alice stared at him from behind, silently urging him to hurry up. When he undid and removed his trousers and underwear, he was still standing facing away from her. She did the only reasonable thing, and removed her nightie, while staring at his butt.

Both bare now, Michael turned his head toward her, and smiled. "It's been a while, Alice."

"Oh, good."

"I'm not sure I'll..."

"Of course you will, Michael. Come on, turn around and let me have a look."

"I... ummm.." As he turned, he grabbed the hat from the table. He held the enormous felt construction in front of him, over his private parts, hiding what Alice was wanting to check out.

"Oh, come on. No need for that."

He grinned then, lust in his eyes, and stared at her. "My God Alice, you are beautiful."

"Naked girl, alone in the forest. What else could you say?"

"No, no. You are, really."

"Actually, we're not quite alone. What about this mouse?"

"Him? Not a problem. He won't wake up."

"I might make noises."

"I hope so."

"You're not really shy, are you?"

"No, I was just getting ready."

"Ready?"

"For my party trick, Alice."

"You do tricks?"

"Yup."

"Now?"

"Yup."

"Well, if you must."

"Okay. Watch carefully."

"Oh I am, Michael. I am."

He stood there in front of her, both hands on the hat. His muscled body gleamed in the sunlight, and the sly grin on his face made up for any misgivings Alice might have had. He winked at her, and lifted both hands from the hat.

Alice gasped, and waited for the hat to fall to the ground. It didn't.

"Oh. How did you do that?"

The Hatter's back was arched a little, and he leered back. "How do you think?"

"You can't be serious."

"Of course I can."

"No."

"You don't believe me?"

"No."

"Then take the hat off."

"Now?"

"Oh yeah, now."

Alice bent down a little, and placed both hands on the sides of the big hat. She lifted the hat from his body, and gasped again. The hat dropped to the table.

Michael stood there with what must have been the biggest erection she'd ever seen. Large, veined, with a bulbous head. His cock was thoroughly erect, and dribbling a little from the end. It was decorated too, with a small pair of black briefs. Alice's forgotten knickers.

"Well?"

"I like it. You like to make an entrance, don't you Michael?"

"Soon." He smiled again.

"What is the covering for?"

"Just ornamentation."

"Can I touch?"

"Please do."

"Like this?" She reached out and took her knickers in her hand, and began sliding them lightly up and down the shaft, watching it quiver and pulse. As he slid the briefs off the end, and back down the shaft, Michael groaned. Alice moved a little closer, and kissed him on the mouth again. "Sit back on the chair," she whispered to him. "I don't think I need these just now."

Throwing the knickers behind her on the table, with the nightie, she put her hands on his hips, and guided him back to the chair, and sat him abruptly down.

"I liked sitting here with you before. It will be nicer like this, I'm sure."

Alice approached with a little more caution than the previous time, clambering up onto his lap again, her blonde mound just in front of his cock, and pulled his face down to kiss him again. Nothing more was said.

After a delightful time that could have been seconds or hours, she slowly began to rub her body against his, her inner thighs rubbing up and down the shaft, her hard nipples scraping his chest.

Her feet found some cross bars on the chair, and she found she was able to lift herself off his lap a little better, and increase the friction between them.

Eventually, this all became a little much for both of them, and she took things to the next level. As Michael panted and groaned in front of her, she used the supports to stand completely up, and presented her breasts to his lips. He eagerly took one in his mouth, fondling the other one gently with his hand. She pressed harder against him, unmistakeably indicating that a little more attention was required, and he took to them with a passion, kneading, sucking and nibbling, swapping between breasts periodically.

Alice's hands were roaming all over his back as he did this, and kneading the back of his neck. Their bodies developed a rhythm of sorts, and the two of them stroked and fondled, rubbing skin on each other.

Alice could feel moisture seeping from between her legs now, and decided that, as nice as this was, it wasn't a finish, and she needed to move on.

Pulling herself away from Michael's mouth reluctantly, she smiled at him, and bent her legs, lowering herself onto him. She could feel the tip of his cock first at the base of her labia, and her ample lubrication dripped to it, mixing with the pre-cum dribbling from it already. She moved her body a little, and the tip slid up her slit, eliciting groans from both of them. She liked the feel of it against her clitoris so much she was reluctant to move any further, but eventually decided she had to.

Pressing a little against the tip of it, she pushed it inside her entrance, smiled again at her well endowed partner, and slowly lowered herself down over him, delighting in both the feel and the feedback. She struggled for a start with the size of him, but would just pause periodically, lift a little, and continue.

Eventually, she had him totally enveloped, and she stopped. Tipping her face up to his again, she pulled his mouth to hers, and continued the kiss.

As their lips mashed together again, wonderfully, their tongues sought each other out.

For a while, the feeling of him inside her, their entwined mouths, and his chest pressed hard against her was enough, but eventually she needed to move again. Michael seemed happy to go along with whatever she wished, so she didn't stop to ask. She took some of her weight on her feet again, lifted herself a little, and made him gasp again. His hands moved to her butt, supporting her a little more, and as she stroked his back, and kissed his mouth, she started slow, gentle movements on his cock, alternately rubbing her body up and down the front of his, and moving back a little to vary the angle.

This time the rhythm was natural, and they began to undulate on the chair, bodies in unison, senses thoroughly alive, feeling as though their genitals were the centre of the universe.

She loved the feeling of his large hands on her ass, sliding and holding, and his strong shoulders supporting her when she leaned back. He couldn't get enough of her body against his, and especially the feeling of her enclosing him so thoroughly.

The pace gradually picked up, and the movements became a little more frantic. Alice could feel he was ready, and she was so very, very close. The Hatter knew what he was doing, because just when she couldn't take much more, his hands began to explore her ass a little more thoroughly, and as his fingertips slid over her moisture coated asshole, he flicked back and forth over the top, gauged her reactions, and continued. It was all she could take, and she shoved herself down on him, pressing the tip of his cock inside her as far as it would go, spreading herself further even than she had been, and made Michael gasp, and whisper hoarsely to her.

"Me too", she responded breathlessly, nodding, and her body began to shudder, as he pulsed deep inside her, pumping recklessly, helplessly. The movements were suddenly erratic, disjointed and helpless. Gasps and groans were replaced by screams, and she fell against him, her body still jerking, as was his.

Soon the heat and the sweat became a little too much, and she leaned back carefully, and looked up at Michael. He knew what she was going to say, and nodded. She put her weight on the supports under her feet again, and lifted herself up and off him, holding his shoulders, kissing him as her face went past his.

As she lifted enough, his softening erection fell from her with a pop, and they both smiled. Stepping, she climbed to the ground again, watching her lover intently. He didn't move at all.

She turned then, a little unsteadily, and put her hands on the table for support. Breathing heavily, and slowly recovering, she turned back to Michael to speak with him. And gasped again.

"What... what happened?"

"What do you mean?" the old man replied. The strong physique had had been replaced with that of an old man, thin and wrinkled, grey hair on his chest, and the handsome endowment had been replaced by an old, shrivelled, small member. It showed signs of recent use though. "What's the matter?"

"You... you've got all..."

"Old?"

"Yeah."

"Always was."

"But you were..."

"Not were. Seemed."

"But you... we... My God."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Very much."

"Well then, doesn't matter, does it?"

"I guess not..."

"I was young again. You're... repulsed?"

"No, no. Not repulsed. Surprised."

He stood then, unsteadily, and turned to his clothes again, slowly putting them back on. "I think you are."

"No, really. Come here." He turned back to her, and she pulled him to her again, and kissed his lips. "See?"

"Thanks Alice."

"No Sir. Thank you!"

"Let me finish dressing."

"Certainly. I'll just... Hey!" Alice had turned back to the table. She realised, as her sense returned to her, that there were some things missing. Her nightie. Her so recently recovered knickers. The mouse! " Look, he's taken them!"

"Oh, dear, I should have warned you."

"Huh?"

"Well he's ... well, something of a kleptomaniac, actually."

"But you said..."

"I know. He won't wake up."

"But he did."

"Obviously."

"And you said nothing."

"I might not have seen him."

"But you did?"

"Well, yes."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Well, I was...busy."

"Yeah, but... Oh, God, how do I get them back?"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, you'd have to... chase him, I guess."

"Chase him? I'm stark naked."

"I can see that."

"Michael, I can't run off into the forest in the nude."

"You can't? Why not? Who's Michael?"

"You're... not going to help, are you?"

"Oh, I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Well, he's a friend of mine."

"He's... which way do I go?"

"What, now?"

"Of course now."

"No more tea?"

"No!"

"Hey, no need... alright, alright. That path there. Between the trees, just there."

"I gotta go."

"No kiss?"

"No kiss."

"Thought not."

"Oh, fuck it! Thanks gorgeous."

Alice grabbed the sides of his face, kissed him quickly but soundly, and left him sitting there, speechless and stunned. She tore off toward the trees, breasts and bum bouncing, blonde hair flying. She got as far as the first bend in the path before she skidded to a halt. Directly in front of her were two men. Boys really. Both very, very fat. Both dressed the same way.

"Excuse me boys. I need to get past."

They alternated...

"Oh, look..."

"... a girl."

"Naked..."

"... as the day she was born."

"Oh, come on guys. I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, she wants us..."

"... to let her by."

"It's not quite..."

"... that easy, girl."

"But we..."

"...might."

"Under..."

"... the right..."

"...circumstances."

"Oh, damn!"