The next epic chapter.. This one is pretty racey and full of pantyhose layered goodness. Comments are welcome..thanks

Pantyhose in Wonderland
CHAPTER 5
She couldn’t remember the last time she had cum so many times. Her head was a numb dizzying blur of one orgasm after the next as her entire body was assaulted with the sensation of pantyhose on tights on nylons rubbing, grinding and penetrating her. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from a torn patch in her white and lace gray pantyhose, while a deep brown pair of eyes, belonging to the Mad Hatress glared at her lustfully from her exposed breasts.
How had she gotten here? She tried to remember where her day had started and slowly, between the shattering waves of pleasure, her mind raced back to a cabin the woods. How very distant it seemed now, but what a blissful way to continue her adventures in this Pantyhose Wonderland.
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Alice awoke in the small wooden house with a sheepish rubbing of her eyes. She had slept all night in her torn pantyhose after her loving sex with Samantha, her woods woman savior that had rescued her from certain death. Even now she had chills about her harrowing experience, but it quickly passed.
Sitting up in the cozy queen sized bed, Alice pulled the sheets up around her naked breasts as she looked around in the waking daylight. The house was empty and lifeless save for the crackling fire that had seemed to have been burning all morning, and the remnant scent of eggs and bacon that were warming on a glass plate atop the woodstove.
Hearing her stomach rumble at her in agitation, Alice got out of bed, trading the sheets for her ripped red velvet riding hood, and walked in her stocking feet to get the delicious smelling plate of breakfast. Sitting down at the little table, pouring a glass of water, Alice ate quietly wondering what to do today. She certainly wasn’t back in New York, she thought looking down at her legs. Otherwise she’d have her arsenal of over 40 pairs of lovely silken tights and pantyhose to put on vice the tattered shiny brown tights she’d explored in yesterday.
Seeing a wash basin and some clean towels, Alice resigned to start her day with a little freshen up and then begin the task of hunting for the clue she’d been promised by Gwen. Dropping her cloak, Alice set to work undoing the tight linen bandages on her arms and legs. Her wounds from the scratching Atholas briar thorn bushes, was nothing more now than a series of pink lines that were fading nearly before her eyes. Burning the bandages, Alice next wiggled out of her torn sheer tights. The cool air tickled her pussy lips as she bent over, and a bead of her slippery sap, left over from Samantha’s masterful fingers working Alice into a frenzy, ebbed from her opening.
Grinning from the delight she’d found in her company, she tossed the discarded pantyhose onto the floor and set to the task of sponging herself. The water was luke warm, but soothing to her skin. Washing away the flecks of mud and spattered wilderness that was all over her from her scuffle with the wolves, as well as the scent of sex from her union last night, she felt refreshed as she cleaned her firm young body. Untying the red ribbon that still held her blonde locks in a pony tail, she used the remaining water from the ivory pitcher to wash out her hair. Using the white towels near the wash basin, Alice walked into the pouring sunbeam to dry herself in the glorious warm light. She could feel her skin soft as satin heating as she spun in naked circles in the middle of Samantha’s house. A funny thought occurred to her, ‘What would I do if she came back? Kind of embarrassing to eat someone’s breakfast, bathe in their clean water, use their towels and then traipse around the house naked sun drying.
The thought was fleeting though, as she walked to the large clothing chest and drawers near the bed. Hopefully there was something here made for the body of a smaller young woman and not grossly oversized flannel shirts and woolen trousers. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, she ran her fingers lightly over her pert breasts and nipples, trailing her fingers down to her blonde triangular patch. She was having a grand time indeed as of late, though her experiences seemed to be in the extremes of pleasure, fear or confusion.
Opening the large wardrobe locker, she searched through Sam’s clothes to no avail. She did find a pouch of lavender flowers used for refreshing a drawer and idly rubbed it along her body for a sweet perfumed scent. Returning the pouch Alice closed the wardrobe doors.
“You won’t find what you need in there, silly Alice,” said a very familiar, but none-the-less startling voice.
Alice screamed as she saw a pair of emerald green eyes floating over her shoulder in the wardrobe mirror’s reflection. Instinctively covering her body with her red riding hooded cloak from the floor, Alice whipped around coming face to face with the swirling apparition of Gwendolyn.
Easing her racing heart, Alice smirked embarrassed at her fright. “GWEN!” she exclaimed. “I’m sure there is a much better way to start a conversation with someone aside from scaring the shit out of them.”
Pouting in mock hurt Gwen’s angelic face solidified from blue smoke to her creamy skinned texture. “Awww, but where would be the fun in that?” she goaded with a catlike grin.
Alice watched as Gwen solidified right before her eyes. Still the demure, spritely young woman with a nimble body and long shapely legs, she was dressed differently than the last time she’d evaporated before Alice.
Alice looked longingly at the hovering green-eyed woman. She was beautiful and mischievous all at once. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back and bound in three spots along the back of her head. As if she had gathered up her hair in a single topknot and then fastened it in hoops all down the back, making 3 rounded humps of hair that Alice could see through.
She wore a deep maroon colored satin ribbon around her neck as a choker, fastened in front with a silver emblem of a cat. Her neckline and shoulders were bare, but the rest of her was coated quite elegantly.
Gwen’s arms were covered tightly in a sheer black pair of above the elbow nylon lace gloves. Her dress had gone from a supple powder blue to a black and rich purple colored bodice that was laced down the front with black ties that ended just above her belly button. Her midriff was visible for a sparse patch, like a creamy flesh colored belt that showed off a ruby jewel stuck into her navel. Gwen’s lower body made Alice drool with want, both for fashion and for womanly desire. She had on a rumpled deep red colored dress that had a wispy veil of black lace resting on top of it. Instead of having the dress flowing down to the ground all about her waist, the back was left long and the front part was drawn up to the top of her thighs, barely hiding her womanhood, but showing off her long tender legs.
As she floated around her, Gwen saw Alice looking at her silk covered legs. Gwen was wearing what appeared to be rich opaque maroon tights that were soft looking as they hugged her legs. Over the top of which she had a supremely sheer pair of shiny black lace nylon pantyhose that made slivers of yellow sunlight gleam off her, as she writhed about rubbing her legs together. On her feet she wore simple deep purple flats that had silver cat emblems on the tops of the toes in tandem with her choker. She was elegant and seductive all at once and a spike of pleasure went up Alice’s spine as she recalled their last meeting.
“Gwendolyn, I’m so happy to see you!” Alice remarked. “I had a feeling we’d meet again, but didn’t know the pleasure would be so soon.”
“Oh, you have no idea what a pleasure it will be to have seen me again so soon,” Gwen mimicked Alice’s words with a coy, sly grin.
“Where do I go from here?” Alice asked. “You’d said I’d find a clue here to know where to go next.”
“Tut, tut!” Gwen replied in a reprimanding manner. “Not what I said at all, silly Alice.” Gwen floated around her and came about to rest in front of her, nearly an inch from Alice’s face with her body behind her as if laying on a cushion of air, her legs idly waggling back and forth as she spoke.
“Within those wooden walls you’ll find the next step, I said. And in the wooden walls you are, stepping next to go beyond!” Gwen purred softly in her riddling tone.
“So what is my next step?” Alice asked somewhat frustrated. “If I’ve created this wonderland, than I should know where I need to go, shouldn’t I?” she asked.
“Indeed you should, but you don’t know what you should know, and that is why I am here! Your very next step is one of delights, for tea and cakes and afternoon sights.” Gwen jibed with a wink and smile. “Sweet Alice; you have so many questions and needs you want now, but time must pass here to unfurrow your brow,” she chimed rhyming.
Looking down at her feet, Alice began to feel sad. While her days were becoming more fantastic by the moment, she still longed to be home.
Lifting Alice’s chin with a small gentle finger, Gwen looked into her ocean blue eyes with her green eyes alight, saying “You worry so much, precious one. Let me help you again so we can get you back on the path through your wonderland.”
Wafting around behind Alice as she stood in the sunlight, Gwen reappeared in a plume of blue smoke, resting her hands on Alice’s shoulders. “Let’s see...” she purred playfully. “If you’re going to see the Hatress, you’ll need to be dressed to impress.”
“Who is the Hatress?” Alice asked, her skin tingling as she felt Gwendolyn’s hands caress her bare back and waist.
“You’ll see soon enough, sweetheart” her maroon and black nylon lace coated guide replied. “She alone knows what path you’ll take next. There are many roads that you don’t know about, and many roads that don’t know about you,” she riddled.
Floating in the air behind her, Alice felt Gwen wrapping her silky smooth pantyhose legs around her ass and thighs, with her heels resting softly on the inside of each of Alice’s knees. “mmmm your legs are so soft,” Alice muttered softly as she let the red riding cloak fall away so she could rest her hands on Gwendolyn’s nylon legs.
Her black lace pantyhose and opaque maroon tights were luxuriously smooth, and the feeling of silk sliding on top of silk on skin reminded her of her own lost double nylons that she’d had when she fell through to Wonderland.
As Gwen squeezed her from behind with her lower body and the nylon rubbed against Alice’s naked ass, she began to get turned on by the tingling silky sensation.
“I think you’d do well for a little sliver of silver today, my love!” Gwen piped up. Her legs, like a pantyhose loom, began to spread white pantyhose over Alice’s legs. Just like before they formed out of nowhere, but the sensation of having silk drawn up her legs was uncanny. Her thighs tightened as the white pantyhose grew up and down from her knees.
Continuing to rub her magic legs against Alice, Gwen scooped her hands under Alice’s arms as the pantyhose covered every square inch of her legs. With one hand, Gwen cupped one of Alice’s C-cup sized breasts, pinching the nipple ever so gently and making it stiff and sensitive. With the other hand she walked her fingers down Alice’s flat belly making the waistband of the white pantyhose form. The last area that wasn’t clad in nylon was Alice’s wet mound, and with a hesitation that nearly drove Alice mad, Gwen paused for only a moment until Alice whispered “Please… Please don’t stop”
Grinning with a Cheshire smile, Gwen pursed her lips as her hand dove down past the blonde triangle of pubic hair. Gasping for air Alice’s body surged with pleasure. Gwen’s fingers, covered with the same sheer nylon lace as her legs, was like a pantyhose delight as she slid two fingers firmly over Alice’s clit, parting her wet lips and gliding down to dip barely into her wanting hole.
The rapture she felt when her nylon covered nails slid inside up to the first knuckle was heaven. She could feel the pantyhose gloves sending electric pulses of pleasure into the walls of her pussy as they wiggled ever so gently, playing with her increasingly slippery entrance. And then as if to cut off a lover in the throes of passion, her fingers slipped out, and her pussy lips were encased in white pantyhose, her clit became concealed and the rest of her nylons became complete.
Panting lightly, Alice looked over her shoulders at Gwen. “God I love it when you clothe me,” a satisfied yet wanting smile on her face.
“Oh, I’m not even done yet, honey,” Gwen retorted.
With an almost explosive abruptness, Gwen’s fingers pressed hard on Alice’s clit through the white pantyhose making her quiver with delight.
“Oh my GODDDD!” Alice shouted unexpectedly as Gwen fondled her clit for an instant. Alice felt her legs get tighter still and looked down to see a pair of gray lace sheer pantyhose covering her white ones. The sensation was orgasmic as she wiggled her toes and rubbed her legs together.
Feeling her pussy pulse lightly at the sudden sexual gratification, she didn’t have time to speak as Gwen disappeared in the blue smoke vortex that always accompanied her movements. This time was different though, more sensual. She felt fingers caressing her mouth and neckline, a kiss on her stomach and shoulders, a suckling of her nipples that was wet and hot. Alice felt ticklish all of the sudden with a giggle escaping her throat.
She felt the weight of cloth growing on her and the tightening of a gown which formed out of thin air. In a final burst of bright blue smoke, the wisps faded and Alice was in the middle of the room alone in a glorious dress. Much like Gwen’s’ maroon and purple attire, Alice had a large dress of crumpled fabric that was pulled up short to just below her womanhood. The style of her dress was identical to Gwendolyn’s save for the fact that her Bodice was a brilliant silver color, the fabric of her skirt was a deep warm gray with a wispy white lace veil mirroring Gwen’s black lace décor.
Alice’s arms had gray sheer lace nylon gloves on them from the upper arm down to her fingers, a silver ribbon chocker with a pair of legs like the kind you see on the back of a trucker’s mud flaps was around her neck. Silver flat shoes, bearing the same silver leg charms as her choker, hugged her petite feet and she indeed looked all dressed up.
Her hair was an elegant weave, put up in a bun leaving her neck exposed with silver and blue butterfly clips pinching her long blonde locks up here and there.
Alice smiled like a school girl and shouted out to Gwen who wasn’t there, “This is amazing Gwen!! I look…. Well….. AMAZING!!”
“That’s the whole point, kitten” Gwen’s voice came from above.
Looking up, Alice saw her purple maroon love hovering on her back looking down at Alice.
“You need to get moving sweetie if you’re going to make the tea party,” Gwen sighed.
“Where is this tea party you keep talking about?” Alice asked a little confused.
Floating down to eye level, Gwen began to disappear as her green eyes flared to life. Drifting back towards the rear door of the wooden cabin Gwen muttered “You need to go over the river and through the woods my pet,” Gwen chimed in a sweeter than honey voice. “Just keep walking straight till the hair stands up on the back of your neck and then you’ll be there.” The back door opened by itself showing another stone path similar to the one Alice had walked yesterday.
“Oh and one more thing,” Gwen added, “The Mad Hatress has some very obscure practices that you may encounter when you arrive, be sure to bring an umbrella.”
“What does that even mean?” Alice asked with a creased forehead. “Wait, will I see you again?” She shouted to the nearly vanished form.
“Of course you will sweetheart, I never get dressed up for a party and then never make it. It is entirely rude to be there and not be there,” she riddled and then was gone.
Walking to the back door, Alice found a cane bin that had several walking sticks and umbrellas. Plucking out a silver parasol, she looked up at the brilliant sky. “Not a cloud in the sky, and she says to take an umbrella. Silly little Gwen.” Alice said and set out onto the path.
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The path wasn’t nearly as treacherous as yesterday’s afternoon/evening jaunt through the briar woods. The path of stones she was on, while not a complete road was at least consistent with patches of cobbled blocks here and there leading her on. The ground itself had leveled out significantly and the oaken woods gave way to soft bristling pines that had large lush green bushes along the ground that were sprouting blue and yellow flowers.
Alice loved the walk. It was supremely enjoyable for several reasons. The cool air married up with the warm sunshine was a delight. The crisp scent of pine in her nostrils and the chirping of life above her in the canopy of the forest gave her a great sense of security. And her pantyhose were a dream that made every step lively. While not necessarily in the habit of wearing two pairs of pantyhose or tights all the time, she couldn’t help but appreciate the double layers and was beginning to wonder if her daily routine for wearing nylons was on the brink of change.
She swished this way and that as her silver shoes made a dull melody on the path. The sound of her dress behind her was like curtains billowing on a clothesline. She wiggled her fingers in the gloves luxuriating in the sensation of having silk on her upper body as well. In essence she hadn’t felt so feminine before. All dressed up for a party, her hair sculpted like Cinderella’s and her nylons gently caressing her body with each step she took.
As the day wore on, the sunlight changed to a warmer pink glow that seemed to linger vice changing to a darker red from a setting sun. Almost like the sky itself was changing the yellow sunlight to a warm cotton candy glow.
Before too long Alice was wondering when she’d get there; she traveled for the better part of an hour and a half, estimating her distance at about 4 miles. The path stayed reliable all throughout the land, however the scenery was changing slightly. The trees began to thin and change going from pines to a heavy barked looking ash tree, the trunks going from a brown to a mottled gray and white; very similar to a birch tree but with much thicker bark. The branches didn’t bear many leaves and the ones that still clung to the tree were faded orange or other colors of autumn. The bushes thinned and the flowers went from blue and yellow to simple red berries that looked more like seeds in waiting vice a luscious snack.
Kicking her silver parasol along as she stepped, Alice heard a light rustling in the bushes to her right. Immediately her defenses went up for fear of another wolf attack. Raising the parasol above her head like a baseball bat, she could only imagine the spectacle she was making out of herself. Here was a beautiful blonde young woman standing in the middle of a stone and dirt path in an ash forest, while dressed in a gray and silver tea party dress, with shiny gray lace nylons over white pantyhose in silver flats wielding a dangerous looking umbrella held at the ready to smite anyone.
With relief, Alice saw a little brown bunny rabbit scamper slowly out from under a nearby bush. His little nose was wiggling while his ears perked this way and that. “Awwwww aren’t you the cutest thing!” Alice said cheerfully.
Scampering up to Alice the bunny stood up on its hind legs staring up at her. Matter of fact it looked as is if it were staring up her dress. With an odd twisting of its expression the rabbit grinned with broken and yellowing teeth, his eyebrows going silly as he grabbed his ears and pulled them down to his shoulders. “Aye!! You don’t look so bad yuirself hot stuff!” the rabbit spoke in an uncanny Scottish drawl.
Jumping back a step in surprise, Alice didn’t know what to make of a talking rabbit. This little brown fellow certainly wasn’t the one from her dream with the waistcoat and the pocket watch. He actually looked a little mentally off, she noticed.
“And what brings such a fine, long legged and silky lass waaaaaaay out here ta’ the boonies of the woods?” The rabbit asked crossing his eyes while striking a gentlemanly pose.
“I’m traveling to see the Mad Hatress for a tea party in the hopes she’ll tell me where I should be going to get though Wonderland,” Alice said matter of factly.
“OOOOooooooo the Mad Hatress!!!!” The rabbit drawled as he began to chuckle rocking back and forth on his furry rabbit feet. “Well she’s right there don’ cha’ see her?” the brown rabbit asked almost idiotically.
“I’m sorry but I don’t,” Alice said politely as she stared down a blank road with nothing in front of her but another mile of boring forest.
“Wooo hoo hoo!!!” The rabbit roared in laughter. “Oh, yuir’ as blind as ya are dead sexy, girl.” With a bunny’s speed, the rabbit hopped off the ground onto her pantyhose legs then bounded up to the waist of her dress, around the back of her bustier, and finally rested up on top of her shoulders with his arms resting on top of her beautiful hair.
Standing on his tip toes behind her head, he grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and pointed down the blank road, as if beckoning her to charge like a cavalry horse. “You don’ see it?! It’s…. Right…. Over….THERE!!!!” he shouted loudly pulling her hair almost painfully.
With one quick jerk that made her wince, she brought her arms up to swat away the crazy rabbit only to have her parasol open most unexpectedly in front of her face with a “WHOOOMP!”
Leaping off of her shoulders the rabbit landed and scampered ahead.
Lowering her umbrella, Alice couldn’t believe her eyes. What once was a barren road was now a sprawling meadow. The trees had abruptly ended and a yellow green pasture of grass lay before her. The trees ringed around the open area with an enormous windmill situated directly in the center. The sails were tattered and torn, but a faint yellow light perked up the windows from within giving a warm homey feel.
Before the door to the windmill was an enormous table, easily 30 feet long, that was decorated with a lovely white table cloth bearing embroidery and lace all around the edges. The chairs (nearly 20 of them at a guess) were all mismatched seats from here and there. Some were quite rigid and stout while others were weathered with cracking paint or broken legs.
The table itself was lined from one end to the other, with likewise mismatched tea cups, saucers, plates, trays, thimbles, sugar dishes, tea pots and creamer pours. This was the tea party if ever Alice had to stupidly guess. “That’s funny, I didn’t feel anything odd to tell me I was here,” Alice quibbled to herself.
“Silly, silly Alice,” came Gwendolyn’s melodious voice. “I didn’t say you’d feel anything my love.”
Turning around, Alice saw Gwen appear out of thin air in a woof of blue smoke. Her maroon, black and purple ensemble was as breathtaking as her own gray and silver garb.
“But you said!!” Alice began to argue, before Gwen put a nylon black gloved finger to her lips shushing her.
“I said, ‘Just keep walking straight till the hair stands up on the back of your neck and then you’ll be there,’ Gwen mimicked herself in a lilting tone.
With uproarious laughter, the brown hare began to roll around on the ground. “See I told you, we’re there!!!
Rolling her eyes with the pain of Gwendolyn’s trickster tongue she understood now. ‘When the hare stands up on the back of your neck. ’Oh my God…..She hadn’t intended it to be a feeling so much as a literal rabbit up on my shoulders,’ Alice deciphered for herself in a huff. This is indeed an odd land.
Floating past her in the air on a whiff of a blue cloud, Gwen drifted towards the table chiming in tune with the hare “Just keep walking straight till the hare stands up on the back of your neck, and then you’ll be there!!!”
Following them, Alice saw the rabbit jump up into a seat and plant his face deep into a jelly donut while he continued to chime along with Gwen. Gwen floated to the head of the table sitting in a graceful pose with her nylon coated lace legs up on the table. As Alice approached the foot of the table she spied a small door mouse in a dress lifting a thimble full of tea up at her in salute.
“Hello ALICE!” the mouse exclaimed.
“Alice?!” came a new voice from the other end of the table. Looking up to where Gwen was, she watched Gwen’s glowing green eyes turn to the head chair that was turned about. In a slow motion the chair spun towards the table revealing the body who had uttered her name.
“THE Alice?!” said the enchanting woman in the chair. She was beautiful, stunningly so, with white alabaster china doll skin and fire red hair that was pushed past her ears, while the bulk of it was kept up under her brown tattered top hat.
‘She must be the Mad Hatress,’ Alice guessed. “Yes, I’m Alice,” Alice said uncomfortably.
“THE ALICE????!!” she exclaimed more excitedly as she looked at Gwendolyn who began to idly float strait up in her propped up position while sipping from a chipped china tea cup.
“Well, why didn’t you say so sooner honey!” the Hatress leered with a sultry red brow. Reaching down beside the table, she lifted up a gleaming silver headed cane that shone in the pinkish daylight. Standing on her chair, the Hatress was on top of the table in an instant. She was wearing a deep green satin jacket that had tails and a red satin handkerchief, with a white button up shirt underneath cinched at the neck with a bright red bow tie. She wore a bright green cummerbund around her waist, but below that was the most delightful thing about her apparel. Wearing nothing more than a black opaque panty bottom, her legs were openly exposed encased in deep sheer black pantyhose tights. Her legs were long and muscled showing off her curves as she stood. On her feet she wore 5 inch heeled platform black glossy shoes and with the cane in her hand, she looked like a long legged magic show-girl .
And then it started to rain. With every step the Hatress took, she kicked up dishes and tea, cakes and plates, pots and silverware.
Quickly opening her parasol to shield her from the shower of dishes, food and drink, Alice was indeed glad she’d taken Gwendolyn’s advice and brought it along. Showering shards of broken china and tinkling forks and spoons buffeted off the silvery fabric, all the while the Hatress went on in a litany.
“When my sweet dear, powdery blue Gwen told me that I’d be having visitors for tea, I nearly lost my hat! Yet here you are prim and proper ready to have a sit and some company!!!!” she ended on a high note.
“RABBIT,” the Hatress shouted, her deep red lips opening to show off her gleaming white teeth, “What time is it?
Peeking out from the side of her parasol, Alice watched the exchange between the long legged top hat wearing mistress of tea, and the brown rabbit that was at her black nylon feet.
Moving with slow practiced speed, the brown hare, pulled out a pocket watch from a pot of tea in front of him. The thing was still ticking though dripping with the brown liquid… “Oh, yui’re not going ta like my answer, Hatress! It’s time for TEAA!!” He shouted throwing the pocket watch at the Hatress. With her eyes still on Alice, she nimbly ducked to the side as the pocket watch flew over her shoulder to crash through the bottom window pane of the windmill.
Idiotically, everyone laughed. Alice just sat there holding her umbrella shield in front of her to save the foray of further tableware from flying at her.
Relaxing somewhat apologetically, the Hatress looked at Alice with concern in her eyes. With sauntering sexy steps she reached the end of the table and stepped down from table top, to chair, to ground as she walked over before Alice.
She was taller than Alice by a few inches and over half a foot taller than Gwen. Pushing the umbrella out of her way, the Hatress walked up to Alice and lifted her frightened chin with a bright red lacquered finger. “My dear there’s no need to be afraid, tea time is always for just a bit of fun!” she said smiling a warm motherly smile.
Despite herself Alice found herself smiling at the Hatress.
Propping the cane up under one arm, she took up Alice’s gray nylon lace covered hands in her own and said “Come now Alice, tell us what is on your mind!”
“TELL US WHAT’S ON YUIR MIND!!!!” The rabbit and the door mouse shouted jovially.
“SHUT UP!!” The Hatress shouted flinging a teacup at the brown hare.
Turning her expression back to Alice, the hat on her head leaning at an impossible angle yet not falling off her scarlet head, the Hatress said, “Why are you here, darling Alice?”
“Well, it seems I’ve come to Wonderland by my own mind, but I don’t have a mind to know where in Wonderland I am.” Dear God she was starting to sound like Gwen, she remarked.
“I’m sure this is a wonderful place to be, but all the same I’d like to go home. Back to New York, if you catch my meaning,” Alice asked meekly.
Turning to look at Gwen, who was now upside down and pouring tea UP into an overturned cup, the Hatress remarked, “home?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Gwen resumed her tea time.
“Ohhhhhhhh, I see. You don’t know what you want, sweet, sweet Alice,” said the Hatress. “This wonderland is of your making.”
“But I didn’t make up anything! and I want to go HOME!” she shouted a little too harshly.
Looking down at Alice’s legs, Alice looked down as well to see her white/gray pantyhose legs standing next to the Hatress’ black sheer pantyhose legs.
Staring up at her from under her hat, her deep brown eyes squinting puzzlingly, the Hatress whispered, “Are you sure this isn’t a wonderland of your making.”
Not knowing what to say as she was suddenly feeling tingly again at the sight of another fantastic pair of silken legs, Alice stood there with her mouth agape trying to find some words to express her inner conflict.
“Come with me my dear… I think what you need is some perspective,” the Hatress said, leading Alice by the hand around the table to the opposite end where Gwen was floating back into her seat with a piece of crumb cake at her lips.
“Gwen said that you alone know what path I’ll take next,” Alice replied as she watched the Hatress’ swishing silken black legs saunter in front of her. Her own legs were warming up as she walked and she self consciously rubbed them more together making a heavenly silken whispering sound.
“Gwen is correct,” said the Hatress in an alluring velvety tone. “But I don’t know where you’re going, I’m only here to show you the way.” She led Alice to the head of the table and with one great swing of her arm and cane, the dishes at the head of the table went clattering and breaking off onto the ground leaving a barren tablecloth.
Pushing Alice backwards up against the table, the Hatress lifted her with ease onto the edge so that Alice’s lacy white and gray pantyhose legs were exposed, dangling. Putting her warm hands on Alice’s thighs, Alice immediately became aroused from another woman touching her silken legs and she parted them instinctively letting the Hatress walk in between them.
“But if you don’t know where I’m going, how can you show me the way?” Alice asked in a hushed tone that showed her excitement.
“Call it divine intervention, but my methods always set people on the right path,” the Hatress replied in a silken voice.
Floating down to where Alice was sitting, Gwen ran her black sheer silk hands down Alice’s legs making sparks fly in Alice’s body. The nylon on nylon was amazing and she felt the tingle reach her double pantyhose encased pussy. Reflexively she ground her hips, and the silk touching her clit felt a million times softer as it aroused her. Continuing to feel Alice’s wide open legs, Gwen floated down in between the Hatress and Alice, whose legs were idly rubbing one another in silken delight.
Kicking off both their shoes in one smooth motion and hiking up the front of Alice’s dress, Gwen lifted the front portion of her own dress, and slipping between Alice’s thighs, pressed her double tights clad womanhood against Alices’.
Her loins were hot and soft, and Alice couldn’t find the words to explain what four pairs of nylons felt like as they pressed together. She felt her essence began to flow, and her opening was slick as baby oil. Wanting to feel her silkiness more, Alice wrapped her shiny, sheer white and gray pantyhose legs around Gwen’s shiny, black and maroon legs and began grinding lightly in want.
Scooting Alice up the table, Gwen lifted Alice’s legs ever so slightly, and pressed the front of her crotch more firmly against Alice. Though their bodies were covered in nylon, Alice could feel Gwen’s firm clit pressing against her own. With her legs opened wide to Gwen, and the nylon symphony that was singing as they wiggled against each other, Alice became even more wet from desire.
“The Hatress has an uncanny gift for helping people to see the way,” Gwen whispered intimately to Alice, now a scant inch away from her face.
Alice was in love with the green flaring eyes that looked at her so gently.
As if by design, provoked by Alice’s own lustful thoughts, Gwen closed her eyes and lowered her lips to Alice’s in a supple soft kiss. Gwen had curt tiny lips that were full and soft as she pressed them a bit more passionately to Alice’s. Her head swam in dizziness for some reason as if she were getting drunk off of Gwen’s kisses.
Moaning in reply, Alice kissed Gwen back. Putting her hands on the side of Gwen’s head, she pulled her Cheshire lover into the kiss, opening her lips in desire. With an uninhibited moan, Gwen parted her lips and met Alice’s tongue halfway, as their mouths made love in long wet sucking kisses.
Alice tasted cinnamon on Gwen’s lips, and she noticed Gwen began floating again. Her body became light as air and unconsciously, Alice noticed she was floating too. With the sensation buzzing through her head, Alice was given over to the kiss and the sensation of her clit being rubbed through pantyhose. Gwen thirsted for Alice’s lips and slid a hand down to feel her heaving breasts as they floated in the air together turning over so that Gwen was underneath her.
Unseen hands tugged at Alice’s dress and she felt her skirt fall away. Her bare nylon ass was exposed to the Hatresss as she and Gwen settled back down onto the table. Sitting up on top of her chestnut haired lover, Alice undid the purple and black bodice at Gwen’s chest and flayed open the clothing to reveal her lovely petite breasts.
In a breathless huff, Alice put her mouth over her right nipple, eagerly lapping at it with her warm tongue. Gwen in reply, pulled Alices’ face closer to her chest while grinding her clit harder against Alice, silk on silk.
Writhing for several moments, Alice began to feel a shuddering inside. Her legs worked faster as she felt her first orgasm building. Looking into Gwen’s green eyes, she saw that Gwen was going to come too, her riddling lips had nothing to say aside from gasping for air.
Reaching around to pull Alice’s silken ass to her body, Gwen arched up, floating into Alice’s crotch as their clits throbbed in climax. Gwen’s body shuddered like a fragile leaf as her body was consumed and Alice couldn’t breathe for the wave after wave of shocking pleasure that emanated from her pussy. She continued to grind against Gwen, as she pressed her mouth against Gwen’s wanting lips. The feeling of silk sliding over her glistening wet pussy and asshole was euphoric. So much she had to reach down a hand to grip her throbbing clit as it was uncontrollably convulsing with sensitive delights.
Alice noticed her sensitivity to Gwen whenever they touched, but this was inexplicably addictive, and at the same time magnified. As if there was something magical that amplified all of her nylon pleasures. In all her life she hadn’t felt anything like this pantyhose love making and she knew she wanted more.
“Oh God Gwen that was wonderful,” Alice panted as a stray wisp of blonde hair fell in front of her face.
“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Gwen replied devilishly. With a burst of blue smoke that made everything go dark, Alice couldn’t tell which way was up or down.
As the world began to stop spinning, and the smoke cleared, Alice found herself on her back at the head of the table again, with her knees up and her legs spread wide. Gwen was floating above her by a good three feet and the Hatress stepped in to kneel between Alice’s legs.
“Look at all this silk,” the Hatress exclaimed to Gwen. “This simply won’t do!”
“Allow me, my dear,” Gwen said as the tip of one dainty black shiny lace and maroon double pantyhose toe touched Alice on her clit.
As if electrified, Alice bucked her hips in another orgasm that hadn’t even had time to build. “OH GODDD!!” Alice exclaimed as she felt the nylon of both pairs of her elegant pantyhose part to reveal her dripping womanhood.
“Ah! Now that’s more like it,” said the Hatress satisfied.
“If we’re going to show Alice the path, she’ll need a bit more coaxing before she’ll see the light,” Gwen purred playfully. Disappearing in a woosh of blue smoke, with her face reappearing further up Alice’s body, Gwen’s body began to boil and form again without her own skirt, revealing her slim maroon and black lace legs in a straddling position above Alice’s face.
Hovering with her knees to either side of Alice’s head, Alice looked up Gwen’s demure body and into her penetrating green eyes.
Reaching up with wanting hands, Alice stroked Gwen’s legs as the nylon slid underneath her palms like a pantyhose dream come true.
Alice was beyond turned on, and she wanted desperately to pleasure her nylon lovers. Pulling with urgency on Gwen’s legs, Gwen floated down on top of Alice’s face, as Alice lifted up her head to press her wanting lips onto Gwen’s moistened pantyhose encased pussy.
Pressing her face deep against Gwen’s crotch, Alice probed her tongue out hungrily, forcing the double nylon of Gwen’s black sheer lace pantyhose and maroon tights up against her slit. With a moan, Gwen grabbed onto Alice’s head gently as she began wiggling back and forth against Alice’s mouth.
With every move of her hips, Alice could feel Gwen’s sweet little flower opening up to the incessant licking of her tongue. Gwen was wet too. Drippingly so, and her nectar tasted like honey, to which Alice greedily lapped at her through her silk. “Mmmmmm Aliccceeeee. You’re doing so wonderfully,” Gwen cooed as her writhing bent legs flexed to the motion of her floating body.
Feeling hands on her own legs, Alice stretched out her right leg while her left leg was still propped up on the table. She could feel the naked hands of the Hatress feeling the length of her double nylon legs, stroking her calves, running her fingers along the arch of her foot and grasping her upper thighs right where her pantyhose had a magical hole in them next to her exposed slit.
The air was cool between her legs where the nylon had been opened up, and Alice felt the cool touch as a generous bead of her own wetness ebbed from her still flexing quim down to her asshole. She couldn’t believe she was so wet, and she wanted more. All the nylon foreplay and oral sex was driving her batty and she desperately wanted more attention.
There was a beat of time when the Hatress left her legs idle. Then a second later her hands were on her foot again, this time they guided her foot in between the Hatress’ sheer black pantyhose legs. The feeling of her double coated foot sliding up her long muscular legs was an electric jolt that went right up her spine. The Hatress rubbed Alice’s foot on one thigh, and then the other before slipping Alice’s silky foot back between her legs where her black opaque panty had been removed and her sheer black hose had a similar missing panel, exposing the Hatress red bush of hair.
Alice felt hot wetness on the top of her foot and toes as the Hatress pressed her legs together trapping Alice’s foot against her cunny. Then Alice felt something new. A warm hard smooth rounded sensation at her opening. It felt nearly identical to the golden statue’s phallus that she’d straddled in the mirror room prior to growing to superior heights.
This time the hard form twisted back and forth teasingly at Alice’s pussy. Still suckling Gwen who was nearly jumping off her face from delight, Alice began to wiggle her hips in a grinding fashion, beckoning more of the smooth metal to penetrate her.
With one hand on Alice’s bent pantyhose leg holding her firmly, the Hatress rewarded Alice with the sliding in of a thick metal shaft. “Mmmmmm seems she likes my cane, Gwen,” The Hatress teased with delight. ‘Oh God,’ Alice thought, the cane was a perfect idea and Alice remembered its bulbous head and thick silver shaft. The rounded head itself had to have been three inches long, while the gleaming one-and-a-half inch thick shaft was at least another six.
“Oh, yes!” Gwendolyn expressed breathlessly, “She’s doing a fine job,” as she tightened her grip on Alice’s golden blonde head, grinding her clit against Alice’s mouth.
The Hatress pressed the head of the cane firmly into Alice, and Alice spread her legs wide wanting it to fill her up in her pantyhose. The head of the cane was incredibly thick and she could feel her opening tighten as it stretched her. Her pussy was so amazingly slippery, that with every centimeter that slid inside her, she could feel more of her passion juice ooze down to her ass.
Moving her thumb down to twiddle Alice’s clit, the Hatress continued to insert the cane. Wanting to be fucked so badly in her pantyhose, Alice bucked back and forth; begging hungrily for it. After a beat she got what she wanted. Applying more pressure, the head of the cane passed Alice’s opening and with an orgasm inspired flex, Alice’s pussy squeezed the totality of the three inches, sucking the length of the head inside of her.
With a muffled cry, Alice’s clit exploded in joy from being wetly fondled as her pussy spasmed against the warm throbbing head of the cane that her body so eagerly loved having inside her. With every convulsion, Alice squatted further and further down the table, against the Hatress’ cane, drawing more of the glorious cane inside her.
“My my… that was a big one wasn’t it, Alice?” The Hatress praised. Alice was so dizzy with delight from cumming and having the honey flavored pantyhose pussy of her lover on her face, she was sure her head would spin off.
“More… please more!” Alice cried. Furthering her lust, Alice began to wiggle her toes that were being doused in the Hatress’ womanly sauce. She drew her pantyhose foot back and forth between the Hatress’ legs pushing her big toe along her wet slit and fondling the Hatress’ clit, pussy hole and anus.
“Ohhhhh my,” the Hatress panted huskily as she started grinding her loins against Alice’s toes and silken foot.
“Having some fun Hatress?” Gwen asked through waves of pleasure. Gwen could feel her orgasm building again but it wasn’t fast enough for her liking so she decided to have some fun. Lifting off of Alice’s disappointed face, Gwen flipped in the air so that she was facing backward above Alice on her hands and knees. Lowering down slowly in a passionate ‘sixty-nine’, Gwen reached a single black sheer nylon covered finger to her own pantyhose pussy and pushing on her clit, Alice watched as the nylon parted revealing Gwen’s glorious honey soaked love box.
Without missing a beat, and fueled by her own lust, Alice dove her face into Gwen’s exposed nakedness making Gwen squeal with pleasure that shuddered her legs. Reaching her arms around Gwen’s tiny waist she hugged her nylon petite body against her naked breasts as her tongue tunneled into Gwen’s drenched wetness.
Mirroring Alice’s desire, Gwen lowered her sweet soft mouth to Alice’s clit and began to suck it lavishly while the Hatress started to stroke into Alice using the cane. Gwen’s silky hands curled under Alice’s bottom with her fingers clenching at her ass cheeks pulling them apart to allow better penetration of the cane.
Alice didn’t know how much more she could take. She was in rapture with each lick and deep probing of the phallus. Her pussy was hungry as it continued to squeeze the velvet metal. She could feel it going deeper as the Hatress pushed in farther. Her pussy was so full as she felt six, seven, eight and nearly all nine inches of the thick silver cock glide in with a wet sound. Alice could tell Gwen was about to come as well. She knew the joy of being licked through her pantyhose as had happened in college, but there was no substitute to having a wet slippery mouth and tongue going to town on you.
As if in reply to her pending explosion, Gwen slid the fingers of her gloved hand around to Alice’s tight flexing asshole. Lubricating her middle nylon finger, she pressed firmly on Alice’s anus making slow lazy circles as she worked to open up Alice’s rear portal. Alice felt faint at the joy of her other erogenous zone being probed.
With her other hand, Gwen placed the flat of her palm on Alice’s stomach, right on top of her golden pubic triangle and began pressing down firmly on her pelvis, gyrating her hand in a circle. With every thrust of the silver cane, Alice felt her Tsunami force orgasm building. The cane filled her so complete and deeply and with each wet insertion it massaged her G-spot, pressing up hard against Gwen’s palm on her stomach. With the hot sucking on her clit and a lubricated finger playing with her anus, Alice lost her mind as she came from her clit, pussy and ass all at the same time. Drawing in a breath, she cried out helplessly in inexplicable joy as heat spread from her body in all directions. Her pantyhose foot, ground up onto the Hatress’ clit, and she felt her black nylon legged host cum with quaking thighs. Gwen spread her legs wide, lowering her pussy fully onto Alice’s face as her clit swelled in orgasm. Alice felt the goey honey drip from Gwen’s pussy as she continued to lick her pantyhose wrapped snack.
Expecting her orgasm to end though, Alice’s pleasure persisted. With each new lick of Gwen’s tongue it became intensified and instead of fading, her cumming escalated. Her ass jumped off the table as her clit exploded again becoming sensitive to everything. The Hatress began masturbating Alice’s pussy faster with the cane, and she could feel the silver dong pressing wetly against Gwen’s finger that began wriggling deep in her ass.

“Oh my God.. I can’t! Can’t take any more!!” Alice gasped as her body heaved with each pulsing wave of pleasure that ripped through her cunt and clit like an earthquake.
“She’s almost there,” cooed the Hatress as her hand worked to pump the cane into Alice with a lovingly delightful slurping sound.
Still cumming herself, Gwen commented breathlessly, “Here… here she cums… I can feel it building under my palm.”
Alice didn’t know what they were talking about as she had been cumming for the last minute in glorious bliss that made it hard to breath from desire. Then suddenly she did feel it. A pressure building behind her clit that was like a water balloon filling with each swell of her clit and stroke inside her pussy.
“Here she CUMMMMSSSS!” Exclaimed the brown rabbit and door mouse further down the table as they tinkled plates and cups.
And with a final orgasm that made her feel as though her entire nervous system was going to shut down, Alice did indeed cum. The cane ground hard into her g-spot as Gwen’s tongue surged with magical electricity on her clit and her palm pressed onto Alice’s stomach.
“Pull it out!” shouted Gwen to the Hatress, who immediately withdrew the long loving cane, and then Alice lost her mind. The pressure whooshed through Alice’s body and she could feel her pussy gushing her fluids in a hot wet splash. As her newly vacated slit convulsed with an orgasm, Alice’s hips lurched up involuntarily as her ass relaxed welcoming the slip of Gwen’s nylon covered finger deeper into her sphincter up to the knuckle.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!” Alice cried out, her head rocking back and forth as her arms hugged Gwen’s petite body. Her legs went numb and shook violently as all of her energy poured from her pussy in a wet well of her silky lubricant. She felt both layers of her pantyhose become soaked with her own fluid and her pussy spasmed in unison with her clit until finally she could see color again other than a blinding white and her breath began to fill her lungs once more..
“I can’t… I can’t take any more.. please… please stop…Oh my God, I can’t stop cumming,” Alice pleaded through a satisfied lusty grin.
“You’re almost ready to find your path my love,” the Hatress encouraged.
Alice felt people moving here and there, she felt hands on her body smoothing her nylon legs. Kisses and tongues flitting over her body as the sky continued to spin. Looking down she saw two pairs of eyes. One pair were blazing emerald green as they looked up at her from the removed patch in her white and gray pantyhose, while a deep brown pair of eyes, belonging to the Mad Hatress glared at her lustfully from her exposed breasts.
How had she gotten here? She tried to remember where her day had started and slowly, between the shattering waves of pleasure, her mind raced back to a cabin in the woods.
“Look beyond the windmill Alice. What do you see?” asked the Mad Hatress. Quivering from weakness and having spent all of her energy on cumming multiple times, Alice cleared her head slightly and looked lazily beyond the table, past the chairs, past the tattered and torn windmill sheets, past the orange soothing lights in the tower to the grassy field beyond.
As Gwen continued to lick her wide tongue up and down Alice’s greased womanhood, Alice saw yellow pin pricks of light start to form in the field. Like a hundred fireflies were illuminating in the cotton candy pink afternoon light. Then there were thousands of pin pricks of light and they grew brighter, Brighter and even brighter still. Suddenly the dots formed blocks and the blocks formed a road. With each completed brick a shaft of light shot up from the ground, as one by one they appeared. When the light subsided each block was in fact a yellow brick. The path of yellow pinprick and shafts of beaming golden lights diminished off into the distance past the trees towards a gold field of wheat.
Whispering in Alice’s ear, the Hatress asked, “What do you see Alice, where is your path?”
“I see,” Alice said as she was about to pass out from pleasure… “I see… I see a yellow brick road, just there.” Lifting her hand she pointed to the right of the windmill and then with her strength spent, she collapsed on the table.
“I think we overdid it,” she heard Gwen’s voice say through a blue cloudy fog.
“Mmmmm maybe a little, but it was soooooo funnnnn…” said the Hatress, barely a whisper. And then Alice let the blackness take her.