Alice gets creamed at The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

The table stretched on, almost for ever. Piled high with cups, saucers and oh, so many plates of the richest cream cakes.

Alice felt uncomfortable. Ever since drinking from the bottle marked “Drink Me” she had become much bigger but her clothes were tight.
The buttons on her shirt strained to stay closed. Her firm nipples pushed hard on the fabric of her shirt. Her dress was short, very short, exposing her long legs. She sat at the table, struggling to keep her modesty. Her head was full of clouds, but she felt strangely relaxed. What was in that bottle?

“Tea?” Asked The Hatter.
“Or would you prefer me?”

Alice blinked. What was going on?

The Hatter stood beside Alice at the table. He couldn’t help but stare down her shirt.
Alice turned to the man standing at her chair, her eyes level with his waist.

“Tea? I think I need something stronger” she mumbled, “perhaps something to eat?”

Alice opened her mouth as The Hatter hand fed her cream cake. The cream, so fresh, dripped onto her chest.

“Oops!” She giggled. “I’m making a bit of a mess”

“Allow me,” said The Hatter as he knelt between her knees. He kissed her soft cream covered skin.

Alice closed her eyes.

“All gone”, he murmured.

Alice grinned as she said “are you sure?” Casually she dropped a whole slice of cake on her shirt.

The Hatter laughed as…

Asad laughed as he watched the cream saturate the overstretched shirt.
"Oh this shirt is ruined" she sighed.

Alice smiled at The Hatter as she undid the buttons and slipped the shirt off her shoulders, it landed - a sticky mess on the floor.
"Hatter" she said, "I like the way you nibble cream from my skin, would you mind?"

The Hatter's blue eyes twinkled as he noticed cream smeared on Alice's neck, shoulders and breasts.
Holding her tenderly he nibbled his way to those wondrous breasts - no longer restrained by clothing.

Alice realised it wasn't the tea making her dizzy, it was The Hatter. "Oh" she thought, "A Mad Hatter's Tea Party has unexpected goodies".
She leaned into The Hatter and whispered ...

“It’s my turn now.”

She fumbled with his belt buckle. The bulge in his jeans was huge.
Finally the jeans rivet popped open and the zip slid down.
With two hands she eased his jeans off and released his manhood.

His penis was everything she wanted. Long and firm and hot to her touch.
Her fingers lightly caressed the shaft all the way down to his balls.
She wanted to tease and tickle him, to gently rub him up and down until he could take it no more. The Hatter had eaten the cream off her hot bare skin and now she wanted the cream of his manhood in her mouth.

Alice enjoyed feeling the magnificent piece of manhood in her hands. She explored the hot flesh with her mouth and tongue, tasting the pre-cum.

She relished witnessing The Hatter's pleasure. Aware that he was very aroused and that she was very wet, Alice let The Hatter know that she longed to feel his cock inside her.

The Hatter smiled, "Of course my dear!" Alice slipped off her knickers and climbed on, feeling every inch of his shaft as she lowered her hips. Her pussy lips gripped his cock and she wriggled as she slid down his shaft. Alice softly moaned as the full length of his penis pushed into her. She was close to her peak. It didn’t take more than a couple of long thrusts before she felt The Hatter’s body tense, then soften.

"I like deep connection" she murmured in between passionate kisses.
Time stopped, they enjoyed every pulse, every movement, every touch, as they learned about each other from the inside.

The Hatter held her firmly, his broad hands holding her hips. His penis, limp, was still inside her, holding back the waves of cum that he had shot into her.

Alice wanted more, but first, she had to lie down and get comfortable. This was going to be a long night.

The Hatter, stood nude before her. Her eyes hungrily took in his strong muscular body. His broad chest and arms glistened in the light. His chin was damp with the cream he had eaten from her breasts and it dripped onto his chest. Rivulets of cream worked their way down his body towards his pubic hair and Alice’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of his penis as it slowly grew more and more erect.

Alice licked her lips as her right hand moved toward her groin, her own pubic hair tingled as her fingers sought out her lips. They were already moist.

Her left hand touched her left breast, fingernails circling her erect nipple. Alice closed her eyes as she remembered the feeling of his tongue on her breast.

Alice could feel the heat building between her legs. Her feelings of pleasure grew as her right hand found her clit.

The Hatter watched. A smile crossed his face as Alice played with herself. Her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan slipped out. Her fingers worked faster, he could see her body growing tense and her moans became louder until she screamed with passion. Her body slumped. Her eyes opened as she grinned at The Hatter. His hands were working on his cock, rubbing and stroking, in perfect rhythm with Alice’s fingers as they danced between her pussy lips.

The Hatter leaned over her body, he could feel his passions rising. He’d already shot one load deep into Alice, now it was time to shoot his cream over her creamy skin.

Alice stared at the tip of his penis, watching his hand as it pumped the shaft. She was hungry for his cum.

“Give me your cream, cover me,” she cried, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extending. “I want to eat your cum like a one of your cream cakes!”

That was all the encouragement The Hatter needed. With a shout, he shot his load up and over Alice’s chest. A few large white drops plopped onto Alice’s tongue. Just enough, as she licked her lips, tasting his salty essence. The rest splashed across her breasts, his cream mingling with the remains of the cream cake, leaving her skin hot and sticky.

They were both spent, physically and emotionally.

His cock relaxed, no longer stiff and firm. Alice could feel his cum as it oozed from her tender cunt. Her hands rubbed her nipples, fresh with more cum.

They both needed to rest.

“I think we need a shower, together of course.”