Mouse invited Alice to a Tea-Party with her friends Henry and
Howard. “It’ll be great fun!” she said. “They’re both mad you know!”
Their house was fairly ordinary, but when she knocked on the door
there was no answer. The name on the plaque quite clearly read Henry
and Howard, and the door was open so she walked in.

She wandered into the living room to see Henry and Howard sitting on
the sofa with Mouse sitting between them, smoking a reefer and
looking very sleepy and wearing no clothes, and the other two were
leaning on her using her as a cushion and wearing only underwear.

The room was a large one, but it was not at all obvious where Alice
should sit. “Oh hello Alice!” smiled Mouse seeing her come in.

“Hello,” said Alice sitting down in a large armchair.

“I’m Howard,” one of the two young men announced. He was wearing
a hat and bow-tie Alice noted, which looked very odd with only his
underpants and socks. “Have some wine,” Henry, the other
one, said in an encouraging tone. Like Howard he wore a bow-tie but
otherwise he was wearing only an open shirt.

Alice looked around and saw that there were wine and alcoholic drinks
everywhere. However, she wasn’t tempted. “No thank you,” she said.

The conversation dropped and the party sat silent for a minute, while
Alice wondered what it was that made Mouse think Henry and
Howard were fun. Howard was the first to break the silence. “How’s
your cunt?” he asked. Alice was taken aback by this, but she realised it
was in fact addressed to Mouse.

“Itchy”, she remarked.

“I told you butter wouldn’t suit!” he commented, looking at Henry.

“It was the best butter,” Henry meekly replied.

“Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,” Mouse grumbled:
“you shouldn’t have put it in with the breadknife.” Mouse looked at
her vagina gloomily: she opened it wide, dripped some wine into it
and looked at it again. While she was doing this Henry started pouring
some more wine down her front, which also ran down into her
wide-open vagina.

“Treacle!” announced Howard. “Do you want some treacle, Alice?”

“I like treacle,” considered Alice, “but what is it with?”

“Mouse, of course,” laughed Henry who produced some treacle and
started smearing it over Mouse’s body. Howard pulled off his
underpants and socks and started licking off the treacle from her
nipples. Henry took a banana out of the fruit dish and unpeeled it.
“What do you think of this?” he asked, holding it against his penis
which was beginning to grow to very similar dimensions to the
banana. He pushed it into Mouse’s vagina and started eating it from
inside.

Alice continued to watch this display, and thought it was very curious.
While the banana was being eaten by Henry, Howard pushed his erect
penis into Mouse’s mouth and she started sucking at it while her own
groin was being eaten. When the banana was eaten, Henry pushed his
penis right up Mouse’s cunt and the dialogue Alice was watching was
reduced to a lot of grunting and groaning. This continued for several
minutes until Howard pulled his penis out of Mouse’s mouth and his
semen dripped out of the corners.

“More! More!” demanded Mouse, so Howard pulled Mouse over into
a new position on the sofa, so that both he and Henry could get to
Mouse’s vagina. For an awkward moment it looked as if the three of
them would collapse in their new quite contorted position, but finally
Howard pushed his prick into Mouse’s vagina and for a moment,
Mouse had two penises thrusting in and out of her.

“Why don’t you join in, Alice?” asked Mouse between gasps. She was
sandwiched between her two friends supported only by her knees,
which were on either side of Henry’s chest, and her hands, which held
the edge of the sofa.

“Yes, I’m sure there’s space for us in your cunt,” Howard considered.

“I’m not sure if I really…” began Alice.

“Oh, don’t be silly!” gasped Mouse, but she didn’t pursue her
argument as the thrusts from her friends put her off any more
conversation.

Alice stayed watching a little longer, but she felt rather left out. On the
other hand, she didn’t think it was quite right to join in. When Henry
pushed his penis up Mouse’s bottom, Alice started thinking that
perhaps she had outstayed her welcome. Mouse’s cries became more
guttural and urgent at this stage. “Piss on me!” she cried to Henry who
was drinking a long draught of beer. “Gladly,” he said and a long
torrent of pee gushed out of his prick, and trickled through Mouse’s
hair and down her face.

This piece of vulgarity was more than Alice could bear: she got up in
great disgust and walked off: Mouse continued crying in ecstatic
spasms, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going,
though she looked back once or twice, half hoping they would call
after her: the last time she saw them, they both had their pricks up
Mouse’s bottom.

“At any rate I’ll never go there again!” said Alice, as she left through
the door: “It’s the most disgusting tea-party I ever was at in all my
life!”