Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 06

Feeling the witch's hand on her thigh where the stocking and pantyhose met was an incredibly sexy, yet unintentional pleasure. She'd always liked having her legs stroked while she wore pantyhose and all of her recent memories that she'd visited reminded her of that fact. Looking down at the witch's hand spread out against the silk on her body, coupled with the view of the witch's exposed delicious leg made Alice's body quiver slightly against her will.

The witch's expression changed from incessant greed to intrigued confusion. Taking a step back from Alice, removing the wand, she pondered slowly what she'd just seen. Pacing about slowly at Alice's feet, Alice watched the witch as she thought for a moment. Touching her black lips slowly with her lovely green fingers, her violet eyes darted to Alice, then down to her pantyhose, then her stockings and finally down at her own legs.

"Oh my...." said the witch. "I should have noticed it sooner, but my little jaunt through your memories was a little single minded on the slippers... You love nylons don't you?" the witch asked as she stroked one warm and caressing hand along Alice's right leg from the top of her foot up to the top of her knee. "You like these... pantyhose... Nylons, stockings, tights, silk hosiery... you have many names for them, but they are basically the same."

"No I don't," Alice lied.

"Awwwww pet, it isn't good to lie to me... Admit it... you love these pantyhose don't you??!" the witch continued knowing full well she had found the core of Alice's obsession.

"I wear them because I have to for my job.. I just got used to wearing them, that's all," Alice lied again.

"Don't LIE to me!!" the witch cried out as if Alice had blatantly called her stupid.

Setting down her wand, the witch sauntered over to Alice's waist where she'd sat down before, leaning over again to whisper into her ear.

"I've seen your memories, Alice. I've lived them with you when we kissed.... You do love pantyhose and you have for years. You love the smell of them when they're clean before you wear them. You sniff every pair before you put them on, and even sometimes after you've taken them off. You wear them every day of your life, even when you DON'T have to work," she punctuated. "You put them on where it's quiet so you can hear the nylon stretch as you pull them up your legs."

As she talked, the witch slid a hand down to the top of Alice's stomach where she slowly felt the soft silky material with a sensual motion, eventually working down to the tops of Alice's thighs.

"You always look at yourself in the mirror when you slide into your pantyhose to watch yourself put them on, and then twirl around naked in them to make sure the seam runs straight up the middle of your pussy and straight up the back of your ass."

Twisting her head away from the witch's taunting lips, Alice shut her eyes, embarrassed and ashamed at having her most private thoughts and desires bantered back at her by this creature.

"You love the sensation on your body don't you Alice? You love the feeling of them being pulled up your legs and the tightness as they hug your body?" Accentuating the force of her words, the witch pulled one of Alice's striped stockings down to her ankle and then with practiced hands, bunched and began to pull the thick opaque nylon up Alice's leg with caressing fingers that worked the silky fabric to make the familiar whispering sound as it hugged her curvy leg.

"You love the feeling of being in two layers of pantyhose or stockings too. You like how silk on silk feels when it slides across your body when you sit in a chair or walk around." Moving a hand behind Alice's knee, the witch began stroking gently the soft bunched up patch of silk as she continued to reveal Alice's secrets. "You love this spot here sooooo much. You'll sit in the bathroom for an extra five minutes just feeling this spot as you have your pantyhose down around your thighs."

"Please stop... stop it," Alice begged, humiliated.

"Awwww pet, you've been hiding yourself for soooooo long... you've been so afraid of yourself... So...alone. You've had men.." she began to stroke Alice's leg softly making the silk of her stockings rub the nylon of her pantyhose on her leg. "...and you've had women and yet even though you know what you like, you're still alone."

"Please STOP!" Alice shouted through clenched, tear blurred eyes. "What do you want from me?" she ended with a sob.

"Look at me Alice," the witch said plainly. "Look... at.... Me" she urged with a softer voice.

Turning her head to look, but not wanting to have the witch's accusing violet eyes see into the deepest core of her private obsession, Alice reluctantly opened her eyes to stare up at the witch who was looking down at her; not with accusing eyes, not with judgmental eyes, or even condescension, but eyes filled with compassion and maybe even acceptance.

Walking towards her, the witch took off her hat, and then slowly began to unbutton her black dress, starting at the neck and working her way down. As she neared Alice's outstretched hand, her dress was hanging loosely on her shoulders with her gorgeous green cleavage fit to bursting out. Reaching down with both hands, grabbing the hem of her dress, she stepped closer to Alice so she could watch as she sensually pulled her dress skirt up above her knees and then up to the tops of her thighs, just below her womanhood.

Transfixed by seeing the witch's lovely legs revealed in such a slow alluring manner distracted Alice from her own self-conscious attitude about pantyhose as she began to feel a little comfortable and slightly aroused.

With a simple motion, the witch swung her leg over the top of Alice's hips and was instantly straddling her with her nylon legs on either side of Alice's thighs. Sitting upright, Alice could feel the sensation of the witch's warm body through her pantyhose clad bottom sliding gently along her pantyhose belly. Spreading her legs slightly, Alice felt the familiar touch of the witch's pussy as it flattened against her and began rubbing slightly silk on silk.

Trying not to get taken away by the sudden shift in tactics, Alice couldn't help but stare at the witch's beautiful silky black legs as the swayed back and forth with the motion of her hips. She was beautiful, even though she was green and with her hair down she was sultry as hell.

Pulling her dress open farther, a few buttons ripping off and landing with a ticking noise on the stone floor, the witch's breasts fell out of her top and Alice could easily see the top of the black pantyhose covering the witch's navel and encasing her black silk panties.

A slight shiver ran through Alice's body and her body began to get warmer from the sudden sexual attention.

Leaning forward so that their breasts were touching, the witch placed her hands on either side of Alice's head on the table with her lips lowering to whisper in her ear.

"You don't have to be ashamed anymore, Alice..." She whispered sincerely, her thumbs wiping away the tears on Alice's cheeks. "Admit it to yourself that you love nylons.."

"I can't..." Alice whimpered with more tears and a shake of her head.

"Yes you can pet..." the witch cooed.

"Do you like how my legs look, Alice?" She asked as she sat up slightly to show off her legs touching silk on silk with Alice's hips.

Reluctantly after a moment, looking away from the witch's eyes, Alice nodded her head.

"Do you like how my silky legs feel against you, Alice?" She asked with renewed patience, while sliding her groin slowly up and down Alice's silky hips. "Do you like it when I rub my pantyhose against yours?"

With a little hesitance, Alice nodded again followed with a weak, embarrassed "yes... I like it."

"I know the questions you want to ask..And I have the answers you want to know," the witch went on softly as she gently petted Alice's hair while rubbing her pantyhose clit gingerly against Alice's triangular patch of pubic hair.

"Yes, I wear pantyhose almost every day, Alice," the witch said with a husky voice as she started enjoying the pleasure of rubbing against Alice's pelvic bone in her pantyhose.

"Yes, I love how they make my legs look, and I love how they feel when I walk," she continued, her breasts stroking gently against Alice's chest making both of their nipples hard.

"Yes I do masturbate in my pantyhose too," the witch added as her body shivered lightly with joy.

"Do you love nylons Alice? Do you love, the look of them, the smell, how they feel when you touch them, when you kiss them with your lips, the sound of them and how sexy they make you feel?"

"Yes," Alice replied almost instantly, getting excited by the interaction of their pantyhose and talking about her obsession so openly without criticism.

"Do you want to feel my legs, Alice?"

"Yes... please, I want to touch your beautiful legs in pantyhose," Alice said with desire dripping from her lips.

Climbing off of the table, the witch lifted the skirt of her dress and walked forward onto Alice's upturned hand still held down by the shackle. Instantly, Alice's fingers were stroking the insides of her black nylon covered thighs, feeling the slippery luxurious sensation of silk finally against her fingertips. Her skin was warm and the nylon seamlessly covered every inch of her womanhood.

Placing one hand on Alice's head as she leaned in towards her lips, the witch's other hand slipped over Alice's flat, tan tights covered stomach to gently hover above her pussy. Spreading her legs and lowering her hips, the witch rested her pussy into Alice's wandering fingers and began undulating her hips with a slow circling motion.

"I can be anyone you want, Alice," the witch said, and in the blink of an eye she was Vanessa Trovin, Alice's best friend in high school and fellow cheerleader whom Alice has longed after in her pantyhose. She was dressed in her cheerleading outfit and the beige tights she was wearing were soft to the touch as she ground against Alice's hand. "I can be someone you had fun with," Vanessa said in her own voice.

"Or I can be someone you loved, Alice," the witch replied as Vanessa changed into Sara Michaels, her pantyhose lover from college wearing nothing but a pair of white sheer pantyhose with the crotch removed.

Slipping her hand down to Alice's pussy, Sara slipped two fingers over Alice's clit, making incredibly slippery circles, while she wiggled her own hips gesturing for Alice to finger her own pantyhose pussy.

Matching Sara's tempo as her own clit was rubbed, Alice slipped two fingers inside her old lover, a tear of joyful remembrance falling from her cheek. "Don't cry sweetie," Sara said in her own voice, as her lips found Alice's in a passionate kiss.

Alice moaned with delight wanting more as she felt her silky hips and thighs gliding against the nylon covered table. Kissing her dearest friend whom she'd fallen out of touch with after she moved to New York was a blissful reunion. Even though it was a lie, she threw herself into the moment reveling in being loved one more time by the one person who had truly accepted her and her obsession without needing to hide.

Wanting to elevate their pleasure, Alice pressed her slick fingers deeper into Sara, eagerly rubbing the forward wall of her pussy searching for her G-spot.

Sara, yelped with surprise, interrupting their tongue fueled kiss, as she followed Alice's lead and slid two long fingers into her drenched opening.

"Oh, god..... yes.. please... Oh that feels so good," Alice said through gritted teeth of passion.

"I can give you more, Alice," came Gwen's sweet voice.

Looking over, she was now finger fucking her lovely, petite chestnut haired guide who was in her maroon and sheer black lace double pantyhose. Staring into her green eyes, Alice smiled warmly, the feeling of security washing over her.

"Gwen," she said from somewhere far away, not able to tell if it was the witch or it was truly Gwen.

"Let me please you, Alice," Gwen said with a witty smile, as she lifted off of Alice's restrained hand and walked in between her legs, bending over so that her face was just above her moistened pussy.

Something wasn't right. Alice couldn't place it, but it was as if there was some warning trying to tell her something. Her vision was fuzzy except for her Gwen who began tasting Alice's quim in long licking slippery strides that made her body shiver with pleasure. A beat later and Alice felt something inside her pussy. It was two fingers.. no three, pressing in deeply, beckoning inside her rubbing her vaginal wall. Slowly but surely the waves of pleasure grew inside her. As her hips bucked against the hand, Alice could feel Gwen's pinky against her tight asshole and gyrated her hips in wishful anticipation. Running her free hand along Alice's pantyhose body, gripping her silken thighs, kneading her soft, supple calves and stroking her quivering knees, she ever so slowly with teasing patience, wiggled the tip of her fourth finger into Alice's ass.

It was just like she loved. Alice would beg Sara to do it on rare occasions when she was extremely horny and felt like being naughty. Gwen's hand was so well lubricated she didn't need to work the finger in back and forth, but rather withdrew three fingers from her pussy and pushed three back in with a slippery pinky deep into Alice's tight ass. With firm desire, Gwen began pumping her hand in and out of Alice's silk covered loins. Alice couldn't describe the euphoria she felt, she was so stretched from the three fingers, but having the fourth finger rubbing inside her ass against the other fingers was nirvana. Together all of her hand stroked her g-spot making for an earth shattering explosion of pleasure.

She had become so enraptured by the familiar pantyhose bliss of her most fond memories, she didn't even realize what was about to happen. With Gwen licking her clit furiously and four... dear God!!! four fingers inside her, she could feel the waves of pleasure spreading and magnifying.

It was in that final moment before she came that everything became clear. Gwen disappeared in a shimmer, the room Alice was in came rushing back to her with flying monkeys watching in curious silence, while Aurora was awake and had been shouting at her from the cage where she was trapped.

"Don't let her deceive you, she wants the slippers!!!!!" she finally heard Aurora shout, her voice clear as a bell. But it was too late.

"Bay-el-Kavidus!" the witch shouted as her fingers pressed hard against Alice's g-spot.

"Oh God..OH GODDDDDDD" Alice screamed as her arms and legs strained hard against the leather bonds while the magical orgasm ripped through her body. The witch, a beautiful trickster, pressed her four fingers deep into Alice, as her mouth sucked and licked against her clit making her pussy squeeze and convulse in a powerful final convulsion.

She couldn't control her body any more as she felt her pantyhose sliding along her legs and ass. Reflexively thrusting her hips down, her pussy and anus opening and flexing around the witch's fingers, Alice took as much of the witch's hand as she could up inside her soaking wet holes making her see white.

"Oh god, oh God, oh GODDDD" Alice continued to scream as she rode out the orgasm. Then she felt it, the slippers shuddered violently and began to slip off her feet.

"No... NO!!" Alice cried, but unable to stop them.

"YES!!" the wicked witch elated as she pulled a glistening hand from Alice with a slurp, her hands outstretched ready to catch the ruby slippers as they prepared to fall.

"GWeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnNN!!" Alice cried in desperation, tears of betrayal flowing down her cheeks from not knowing what else to do. "You said if I needed you...."

"That I'd be there for you... Always," Gwen's voice replied from above her.

The world froze in an instant and Alice watched everything happen in slow motion, as if she were somehow able to exist in between the seconds of time.

"All-i-Balinor," Alice heard a woman shout from an unseen source. The voice of the woman was new to Alice, but it was powerful and sure.

Alice felt a tingle in her chest, like the feeling you get when you put your tongue to a 9 volt battery, but it was gentle and warm. The world rocked slightly, and the room began to grow. Everything began to grow! And, suddenly Alice realized what was happening. Again her nylons told her that she was shrinking as they became soft and baggy on her body. Her hands and feet slipped easily out of the bonds, and as she continued to shrink she sat up, finally free and able to move around.

The witch was still frozen at the end of the table, the ruby slippers with Alice's wilted tan tights and striped stockings laying softly inside them, were a half inch away from her palms now that Alice was out of them.

Then Alice saw her. She looked like a Norse Valkyrie, a chooser of the slain. She was the one who had uttered the incantation and shrank her, Alice deduced as she floated into the room, soft yellow light beaming off of her as if she was imbued with the power of the sun itself.

"Get her out of here Gwen, you know where she needs to go now to get to the white queen," the nameless enchantress said with a booming voice that could pass for a Goddess.

And then she was there, large hands, cupped around Alice's small naked body. It was Gwen. She had come when all hope seemed lost. She had come....

"My my... silly little Alice," she chided. "Seems I can't leave you alone for any amount of time, lest time gets the better of you."

"Glinda says we must away, so away we'll go, my sweet sweet Alice," Gwen riddled on. "Hold on my love."

Then in a sudden poof of blue smoke that bubbled and rolled and hung in midair impossibly slow, time caught up to Alice and she saw the evolution of events unfold in the blink of an eye.

Glinda the warrior/witch snatched the ruby slippers from the wicked witch, withdrew by three feet, pointed her bleached white wand at the half naked, raven haired green witch and uttered, "Hav-a-kadver."

The blue smoke cleared and it seemed as if Alice were riding a bullet, as she and Gwen flew at a dizzying speed away from the castle. A split second later, there was a burst of yellow light and Alice smiled with certainty knowing that the wicked witch was dead.

Cradled in Gwen's arms, though no larger than a Barbie doll to her now, Alice looked up at her as the world flew by and asked, "Where to now Gwen?"

"That's a story for a journey made soon, but the journey for you is as far as the moon. Rest in my arms, sweet Alice... rest. Tomorrow you'll see the path you'll take next." Gwen rhymed.

Feeling the weight of the last few hours finally sneaking up on her, both from emotional stress and the physical fatigue from her orgasm, Alice rested her naked body against Gwen's smokey, blurry form and slept.