Alice's Adventures
I
Down The Hole
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
and her sister's boyfriend on the bank, and of having
nothing much to do: she watched them as they fucked
beside her. Clothes were scattered all about. All her sisters'
clothes, all her sisters' boyfriend's clothes and Alice's
knickers and shorts. Once or twice she peeped at her finger
actively stroking and fingering her cunt as her sister's
boyfriend's prick thrust in and out of her sister, "and what is
the use of that," thought Alice, "if you're too young to join
in."
So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she
could, for the hot day made her feel very randy and stupid),
whether the pleasure of the feel of her moistening vagina
would be worth the trouble of putting her tongue to the
moist thrusting member, when suddenly a woman wearing
only a dress to just below her waist and no knickers walked
by them.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that: nor did Alice
think it so very much out of the way to see that the woman
was slowly stroking a magnificent penis where her vagina
should be, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" (when she thought about it over
afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have
wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite
natural); but when the woman actually put a finger up her
backside, and pushed it in and out, Alice started to her feet,
wearing nothing but a Mickey Mouse tee-shirt, a pair of
espadrilles and a moist vagina, for it flashed across her
mind that she had never before seen a woman with a penis
or one that was so throbbing, and, hot with curiosity, she
ran across the field after her, and was just in time to see her
walk down a large hole by a hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after her, never
considering how in the world she was to retrieve her
knickers.
The hole went on like a tunnel for some way, and then
opened out to an underground railway station, with the
signs reading Alice's Bush.
She was not the only one at the station because there was a
young lady in her late teens wearing a dress which only just
came below her navel who was sitting on a seat. There was
no sign of the woman with the penis nor of a train.
There were many posters on display. One showed an
unrealistically long erect penis attached to a crotch at one
end and being linked to a woman's tongue at the other end.
"Keep in touch by Telephone", read a slogan beside it.
Another poster showed a man with a finger up his back
side: "For those uncomfortable moments take
Alka-Seltzer".
The young lady got up and walked over to Alice. "Do you
know when the next train is due?" she asked.
Alice scanned her companion. Her hair was cut in a bob,
and besides her shoes, her dress was the only thing she
wore. The dress definitely did not cover her vagina, which
was not usual where Alice came from, and either she was
undeveloped for her apparent age or she had shaved her
crotch.
"Not only do I not know when the next train is due,"
explained Alice, "I don't know where I am."
"So you come from up there, do you? Yet you dress like
people from down here. On the other hand, you're probably
too young to have any pubic hair anyway. I like your trendy
dress."
Alice didn't say anything.
"My name is Mouse. What's yours?"
"Alice".
Mouse put her hand on Alice's tummy and stroked it.
"You're obviously a stranger here, and I don't imagine
you've even bought a railway ticket. Come home with me
and I'll introduce you to Mummy."
After a while, an underground train did arrive, and Alice
and Mouse entered a carriage. As they travelled, Alice saw
many other women on the train dressed like Mouse. They
were all quite young and all had their crotches shaved.
Older women had dresses down nearly to their ankles but
their breasts were held up and displayed in very low cut
dresses. The men were dressed much as they were
overground.
When they eventually got to Mouse's home, Alice was
introduced to Mouse's mother. She was dressed like most
older women with her breasts showing, but as she was at
home and relaxed they were allowed to droop. This made a
particular impression on Alice as the breasts were
exceptionally large and round with nipples as large as
Alice's fists.
"Of course you can stay with us," said Mouse's mother.
"I'm afraid there's only one bed in Mouse's room and it's
only a single bed, but as you are such a very little girl, I'm
sure there's plenty of space for the two of you."
When Alice was taken to Mouse's room, she couldn't but
notice that the room was full of Theatre posters showing
men and women in various states of undress, and in some
cases quite clearly making love.
"This is so smooth!" commented Mouse as she stroked her
cool fingers over Alice's vagina. "You've obviously never
had to shave it! I have to shave it every morning and it's
such a nuisance when you cut yourself."
Mouse stroked Alice's vagina very gently and Alice could
feel it getting more and more moist from the attention.
"Take off your Mickey Mouse tee-shirt", ordered Mouse
pulling off her dress in one pull and showing that
underneath she wore a bra designed to pull in her breasts.
Alice did so and showed that her own barely existing
breasts didn't need constraint. The nipples were only
beginning to be raised on her chest.
Mouse pulled off her bra, showing breasts which clearly did
need restraint. They were round and the nipples stood out
almost as large as Alice's biggest toe. "You're so lucky!
You're just perfect!" exclaimed Mouse stroking Alice's
breast. Mouse leant forward and licked her tongue over
Alice's nipples until they were ever so stiff. Then she got up
and applied the treatment to Alice's cunt.
Mouse and Alice continued stroking and cuddling all
through the night, but only occasionally did Mouse put her
fingers in Alice's vagina. Her tongue and Alice's vulva got
ever so sore and only the exquisite pleasure prevented her
calling out in pain. She did call out in ecstasy on several
occasions and it was a wonder to her that Mouse's mother
didn't investigate. Perhaps, Alice thought, if she saw Mouse
and Alice were doing, she would want to join in and that
would never do.
II
The Pool Of Semen
Next morning, when Alice woke up she found that she had
no clothes to wear as her Mickey Mouse tee-shirt had
disappeared into the laundry basket. "Wear one of my
sweaters," offered Mouse. "It'll look like a dress on you."
However, in Mouse's home putting clothes on was not the
first thing to do in the morning. Mouse was wandering
about in nothing but her bra, while her mother was wearing
only her shift.
Alice went into the bathroom to wash her face, and
watched Mouse sit astride the bidet and shave. She ran
warm water into the bidet, applied shaving cream with a
brush to her crotch and then scraped off the blue stubble
with a safety razor.
"I have to go to college today," Mouse announced. "I'm an
Arts Student. So I won't be able to keep you company. I
don't know what you can do."
"That's alright dear," Mouse's mother said. "I'll give Alice
some money and she can go to the Cinema for the day.
You'd like that wouldn't you, dear?"
So that was settled. After breakfast, Mouse put on her
short dress, her mother put on her very long dress and Alice
put on a polo-necked sweater which came to just below her
tummy. It didn't seem the right place to ask for knickers,
and indeed Mouse didn't appear to have any. Mouse's
mother gave Alice a ten shilling note and Alice set off to
the cinema.
Ten shillings was more than adequate as Alice discovered,
since the stalls cost 6d and the circle cost 9d. And there
was a very wide selection of cinemas, but they were all
showing silent films. Alice went into the Mecca Cinema to
see a selection of cinema shorts and it was here she gained
an insight into the entertainment enjoyed in Wonderground.
There were two types of film on the bill: one was comedy
and the other romance.
The romances all featured couples where the girls were
dressed like Mouse and seemed otherwise an admixture of
the bold and the coy. They were very demure at the
beginning of the films, when they first met the romantic
heroes. They studiously crossed their legs in their company
and, as the subtitles made clear, generally were very
modest. They would giggle with their friends and kiss them
discreetly on meeting and parting. The hero at the start of
the film would be portrayed as being a good sort led by less
chivalrous comrades who would pull up girl's skirts, pinch
their bottoms and put their fingers up their vaginas. There
would invariably be a scene where the hero would be
fucking a black girl together with friends, egged on to put
his penis in her mouth and up her anus. The film would
continue with the hero becoming steadily more chivalrous
as he fell in love with the romantic heroine and the heroine
becoming bolder as she got to know him better. There
would be a minor tiff, but the hero's continuing affection
was demonstrated by his inability to fuck a black girl later
in the film, despite her encouragement and that of his
friends who were so engaged themselves. The climax of the
film was of the hero and heroine making love and the
heroine allowing the semen of her lover to trickle down her
front or over her face. At that point, with a climactic scene
of general happiness, the film would end.
The comedies likewise used black women in humiliating
ways, but here the thrust of the humour was precisely their
humiliation. Near the beginning of the film a black girl
would do something - like refuse to have sex with people,
be seen having sex with a friend, behaving in a way that
might be considered uppity - which was considered
sufficiently opprobrious for her to be considered fair game
for a practical joke. The rest of the film would show the
male hero conspire to humiliate her, and the final scene
would illustrate this humiliation. This might mean she was
fooled into eating her own excrement, suck off a donkey's
prick, get beaten by her mother or be buggered by a
succession of men.
After the film, Alice ventured into the light, blinking as she
walked along. Despite the treatment of black women in the
films, there seemed little evidence that many of the black
people she passed (who represented only a small minority)
were anywhere near as grotesque or deserving of disrespect
as had been suggested. They were less well dressed than
most, but generally that entailed their clothes being more
modest. The black girls did not all have the large breasts
and balancing large buttocks as in the films. Indeed, they
were comparatively slim and graceful, and certainly had
greater success in keeping on their clothes.
The posters for films outside the cinema had gross
depictions of black girls, often smiling or looking foolish,
but rarely shown in the foreground. That was reserved for
the white stars of the films, who were also shown wearing
more clothes than they did in the films. One particularly
large poster showed a white man and women kissing in
passion, while black women were shown in the background
being raped by soldiers in a town bathed in flames.
When Alice got back to Mouse's home, neither Mouse nor
her mother was in. She used the key that Mouse's mother
had given her to get in and searched around for something
to do. Mouse's younger brother, Bunny, was sitting in the
living room just by the doors into the garden, where there
were beds of bright flowers and a water-sprinkler. He was
only a year older than Alice but he had his trousers and
underpants down to his ankles and was stroking his penis.
"Suck me", he pleaded on seeing Alice regarding him with
curiosity.
It was all very well to say "Suck me", but the wise little
Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. However, the
penis looked so very tempting, so Alice ventured to taste it,
and, finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of compound
flavour of strong smells), she very soon had it all in her
mouth.
"Bigger and bigger!" cried Alice. "Now it's growing like the
largest telescope that ever was!" Certainly, Bunny's penis
wasn't a little thing any more but long and thick with an
even richer aroma than before. It reached right to the back
of her little throat: in fact it was now rather more than nine
inches long.
Suddenly, it gave a little tremble and out came a warm
trickle. "Uggh!" exclaimed Alice, pulling it out of her
mouth. "Stop this moment, I tell you!" But it went on all
the same, shedding semen, until there was a large pool on
her dress dripping through the fabric.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the
distance, and she hastily lifted her head to see what was
coming. It was Mouse with a friend of hers. This friend had
very short hair and like Mouse wore clothes that didn't
cover her vagina. Unlike Mouse she didn't shave her vulva
at all nor did she shave under her armpits. Her clothes
resembled less a dress and more a vest, which came just
about level with her navel.
"What a mess you've made of my dress!" exclaimed Mouse.
"You better take it off right now!"
Alice promptly did so and put it in the laundry basket. She
was led away by Mouse and her friend, who was called
Dodie.
"It's gone all the way through!" exclaimed Dodie feeling the
semen on Alice's chest with the back of her hand. She bent
over and licked it with her tongue. "It tastes very nice!"
"Not as nice as down here!" exclaimed Mouse who had
pulled off her dress and was licking Alice's vulva. "You got
nicely excited didn't you?"
Dodie and Mouse lay Alice down on her back on Mouse's
bed. Mouse sat by Alice's legs while Dodie sat knees astride
Alice's waist and pulled off her vest. Her small breasts
flopped out from the flimsy protection provided by the vest
and it was no surprise to see that they were long nippled.
Dodie and Mouse stroked and licked Alice who gradually
became more and more excited from their attention. Dodie
leant forward to run her tongue inside and out of Alice's
mouth, while Mouse transferred her attention from Alice's
vulva to Dodie's.
"Uuggh! Why don't you ever shave?" gasped Mouse,
pulling hairs out of her mouth.
This went on for ever such a long time, until Mouse's
mother called the girls down for dinner. It was over dinner,
that Alice learnt that Dodie dressed the way that she did
because, although she was a theatre-goer like Mouse, she
was, unlike Mouse, a modernist and modernists didn't
believe in shaving their bodily hairs and sported a more
daring hemline.
It was over dinner that Mouse arranged for Alice to come
to the theatre with her that evening to a play that she
wanted to see. Dodie wasn't interested in going but she
suggested taking Alice to see a modern play: "So that you
won't think theatre's necessarily dull."
III
The Classical Theatre
As promised, Mouse took Alice to the theatre to see a play
called The Truth About Dinah, which was at the New
Crucible theatre. Mouse took great care that Alice was
dressed appropriately for the performance. Her long hair
was brushed back and kept back by a ribbon. She lent Alice
a dress which came to just an inch above the top of her
inside leg, and scrubbed her vagina so it sparkled and smelt
nice. She carefully extracted a small hair she found growing
there. She put little white ankle socks and nicely polished
black shoes on her feet. Mouse took especial care, with
Alice's assistance, to shave off any hair on her body,
particularly between her legs. Alice spent a fairly
uninspiring time tweaking out the hairs that were caught in
Mouse's prised open buttocks.
Most of the audience at the New Crucible were women and
most of those had short bobs like Mouse and proudly
showed off their shaven vulvas. Theatre, whatever it might
have meant to Alice, was a sexual experience according to
Mouse. The centre piece of a good play was a
well-performed fuck scene. There might be several fuck
scenes in a play, but only the best actors were truly able to
arouse an audience. Mouse had seen plays where a fuck
scene in a sub-plot was better performed than the main one
but that was rare.
Modern drama (in which Mouse didn't include the
avant-garde rubbish Dodie advocated) was always bound
by certain agreed standards according to whether it was
comedy or tragedy. In a comedy, there would be a series of
fuck scenes in which the final scene involved the climaxing
of most of the cast. This orgy scene would not be the
principal fuck scene. This would happen earlier to allow the
stars the opportunity to perk up for the last act. In a
tragedy, there were fewer fuck scenes and most of the
cast were not involved (except as passive spectators), but
each fuck scene required more from the actors to express
the complex emotions involved.
Unlike, Mouse sniffed disparagingly, the avant-garde,
proper theatre was bound by certain quite sensible limits.
No buggery in any circumstance. Where male homosexual
sex was required, one of the couple would need to be of
the other sex dressed to appear as the same sex, so that
it would only appear to be homosexual. In those cases, for
instance, a woman might play, say, Edward III, and wear a
dildo around her waist to exhibit her supposed role.
Fucking, even from behind, had to be into the vagina. The
Theatre Inspectorate was very strict on that.
The Truth About Dinah was a tragedy concerning Dinah,
played by the leading actress, Prudence Smith, who was
hiding the dark secret of her love for another woman,
Laurel, who was played by Pauline York, an actress of
lesser significance. Her husband, Edward, was a
disapproving religious man, played by Lionel Johnson, the
leading actor.
There were five acts. In the first act, Dinah and Laurel
made love in the company of some friends. The friends tried
to persuade the couple to leave each other and indulge in
the more conventional sex they were having. The scene
ended with Laurel agreeing to have rather noisy sex with
one of the men.
The second act featured no sex at all, except that it seemed
necessary for Edward and Dinah to wear no clothes despite
the coming and going of the servants. The third act featured
very athletic sex between Dinah and Edward in which
Dinah confessed her love to Laurel during an apparently
unfeigned orgasm. The act ended with Edward storming
out of the auditorium. Some of the girls in the aisle reached
out to touch his still moist prick as he passed by and smear
it on their vulvas.
The fourth act featured a conversation between Dinah and
Laurel, which, although unclothed, contained no sex. The
act ended with Edward discovering them and killing Laurel
in his anger. The final act showed Edward in jail about to
be hanged for his offence. Dinah visits him and they cuddle,
and she claims that her love for Laurel could never match
that for a real man. The play ended with Dinah sucking off
Edward just as the hangman is about to enter the prison
cell.
"Phew! Powerful stuff!" gasped Mouse after the play. "That
was quite a strong performance from Prudence Smith,
wasn't it? How she could do it three times in an evening, I
don't know. And there's a matinee on Wednesday as well!"
Mouse and Alice went into the bar after the performance,
but Alice could only have fruit juice to drink because of her
age. Mouse enthused about the play to Alice and several of
her friends.
"That was quite an orgasm in the third act," commented
one. "I've not seen one like that for ages! It takes real skill
to remember your lines when you're in that much ecstasy."
"Surely, it was just acting," suggested one of the men in the
group. "You can't have orgasms like that to order."
"That's what you think!" laughed another friend, who was
nonetheless being quite affectionate with him. "I've had
better than that."
"I got some of his sperm," announced one of the girls, small
and timid with small round glasses. "When he went by that
is. I put it all the way right up me. You never know: I might
have his baby!"
"I think it's chemistry," opined Mouse. "When you get
Prudence Smith and Lionel Johnson together you expect it
to work don't you! Every play I've seen either of them in
has always been a success on that front."
"Bit weak that Pauline York though," commented one of
the men. "It's not as if she had much to do really."
Mouse made no comment. Nor did any of the other girls.
IV
Rabbit Sends in a Little Willie
"Utterly bourgeois!" was Dodie's assessment of the play
Alice and Mouse had seen.
"How can you say that? You've not even seen it!" Mouse
objected.
"How can it be anything else given your description of it?
It's nothing but an excuse for titillating and athletic sex
scenes in a story that reinforces accepted stereotypes,
particularly with regards to lesbian love." Dodie smiled at
Alice who was wearing the Mickey Mouse tee-shirt she'd
originally worn. "Don't worry, Alice, I'll show you real
theatre. Vibrant living theatre!"
Dodie escorted Alice to a converted warehouse called The
Doss House, in a poor part of town that Alice hadn't seen
before. Mouse declined to go. "There's no point," she
explained. "I either don't understand it or I don't enjoy it.
And usually both."
"Well, this shouldn't strain too many people's cerebral
processes!" exclaimed Dodie when they arrived to see The
Mushroom Garden, subtitled Mould, Dung and
Modern Life. The audience was fairly mixed. Many of
the women had their hair shaved and like Dodie wore
nothing but military looking boots and a vest to just below
their navel. Many of the men dressed like the women and
some wore shapeless jumpers and baggy corduroys with
sandals. Dodie seemed to know everyone there, and shared
cigarettes with almost everyone she passed by.
"This is Alice," she'd say, cuddling Alice close to her and
nervously pulling her pubic hair. "I'm introducing her to
culture."
"She'll get it if she's in the front row," laughed one of the
men whose penis dangled just below Alice's line of sight.
Eventually, Alice and Dodie sat at the front on plastic seats
that were arranged in concentric circles around an
otherwise undistinguished area that represented the stage.
Curiously enough, the front seats were not the most
popular. "Audience participation is the rule in modern
theatre," explained Dodie. "Modern theatre is about
breaking barriers. Breaking rules. Getting across to people.
Okay, it's still limited by the censorship rules. No buggery.
Only simulated sex between two men. But all the main rules
are broken."
"Is there going to be audience participation in this play?"
"I'd be very surprised if there wasn't." When the play began
Alice's confusion only grew more intense. There may have
been some story line in the speechifying and sex scenes but
it seemed to occur at almost random moments. The actors
and actresses, who also didn't shave off any body hair,
never seemed to play very well-defined characters but they
did do a lot of shouting and made obscene jokes about each
other, the present government and the audience. Alice's
vocabulary grew by more and more colourful swear words,
of whose meanings she wasn't absolutely sure.
There was some audience participation, but to Alice the
actors seemed to be simply bullying people in the audience.
At one stage, they dragged a girl out of the third row. One
of the actors was fucking one of the actresses. They
persuaded the girl to take off her vest, and she revealed two
very large breasts. The actress being fucked took the girls'
nipples in her teeth and one of the actors slowly caressed
her pubic hair. While this was going on, a couple of actors
performed a rather tuneless song on the theme of racial
equality.
Alice was quite relieved when the break came, but the
performance was left in a very unsatisfactory state with one
of the actresses leaving stage after giving a monologue to
the backing of badly-tuned piano to the effect that she was
in despair at the lack of imagination of both of her
boyfriends. Alice was rather hoping Dodie might enlighten
her how this made any sense with the rest of the action.
"It's fairly obvious really. The way the actors have been
disrespectful to the women, including those in the audience,
is symptomatic of a very unprogressive attitude. It'll all
become obvious in the second half."
This wasn't true. Alice's mystification merely deepened. She
was also very embarrassed when one of the actors proffered
his erect penis which had just been dipped in each of the
actresses' cunts to the women in the front row to do what
they would. Alice didn't like the smell so she waved it aside.
Dodie, however, threw herself enthusiastically on to it. This
seemed to be a general cue for audience participation.
Before not very long, there was an orgy on stage where
some half of the participants was from the audience. Being
art, however, it lasted less than fifteen minutes and
members of the audience returned to their seats. Dodie who
had just been fucked by three of the actors wiped her pubic
hairs with her vest which had come off in the proceedings.
"That was a scene to remember!" she whispered.
From Alice's perspective the play still never got very far
despite several more tuneless songs, some rather clumsy
dancing and some monotonous monologues. There was
however quite a lot of applause at the end, particularly for
some of the more energetic of the cast. The applause never
seemed to end as far as Alice could see, while the sweating,
mostly naked, cast wiped semen and other stains from their
bodies.
"I loved the improvisation!" exclaimed one of Dodie's
friends afterwards as Dodie and Alice bundled out of the
theatre. "I'd say that was about 75% improvisation. Pretty
brave!"
"You were great, Dodie!" laughed a woman friend who
kissed Dodie very seductively about the lips. "You really
got the thing going. I thought it would never have got
beyond that poor girl in the first act wobbling her breasts
about."
"Yes, they weren't very selective there. You could see she'd
never done that sort of thing before! You fancy a drink?"
Dodie and her friends took Alice with them to a very basic
pub with rather tatty decor and a loud juke-box where they
smoked reefers, drank bottles of beer and talked politics.
Alice was exceedingly bored by all this, but she couldn't
help envying Dodie's stamina. She was already making
arrangements to stop off with some of the others,
presumably for more love-making.
Alice was then taken along to the house where one of the
men, Rabbit, lived in a kind of commune. "It's totally
different to Mouse's bourgeois home," advised Dodie.
"How surprised she'll be when she finds out where you'll
have been!" As she said this, they arrived at a run-down
Victorian House, on the door of which was a bright brass
plate with the slogan Bailiffs Out scratched on it. They
went in without knocking, and bundled into a very large
untidy living room.
"How queer it seems," Alice said to Dodie. The living room
was a mess of ethnic junk and ancient scrappy furniture.
Cushions and broken-down armchairs were scattered about
randomly, as also were cigarette butts and unemptied
ash-trays. The centre-piece was a gramophone which was
playing some noisy jazz music.
There was a table in the window, and on it a collection of
curious pipes and glass bottles. "Would you like some?"
asked Dodie seeing where Alice was looking.
"What is it?"
"Have some!" urged Rabbit, who lit a little pile of charcoals
in a receptacle with a petrol cigarette lighter. "It's best
opium," he explained as he drew some of the smoke in.
Alice wasn't at all sure what to do, but nevertheless she put
it to her mouth and took a long breath herself (which left
her coughing in violent discomfort). "I know something
interesting is sure to happen," she said to herself, "so I'll
just see what this stuff does."
What it did make Alice was very giddy and lethargic, and
much sooner than she had expected: before she had smoked
very much, she found her head slumping back against the
wall and her body slouched undignified across the settee.
"That's quite enough - I hope I won't be sick - As it is, I
can't sit up - I do wish I hadn't smoked so much!"
Alas! It was too late to wish that! Her head went on
spinning and spinning, and very soon she had to kneel on
the floor to keep herself from vomiting: in another minute
she could barely do this, and she tried regaining her
position on the settee which the other guests made available
for her. Still her head went on spinning, and, as a last
resource, she put one arm around the shoulders of the girl
next to her, and one foot on someone's lap, and said to
herself, "Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What
will become of me?"
Luckily for Alice, the opium had now had its full effect, and
she felt no worse: still she was very uncomfortable, and as
she didn't know the way back to Mouse's home, no wonder
she felt unhappy.
She closed her eyes against the bright light of the room, but
she couldn't close her ears against the barrage of jazz
music. After a few minutes she heard a voice addressed to
her. "Alice! Alice!" said the voice. "Don't you want some
more love?" Then a hand gently shook her shoulder. Alice
knew it was Rabbit coming to look after her, and she
trembled till she disturbed the couple next to her.
"Poor dear! She's not used to it is she!" came Dodie's voice.
"Better leave her." Alice rested her head on the settee and
tried to sleep. She heard a little shriek and a fall, and a
crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that the
others were enjoying themselves.
After a while the noisy jazz stopped. There was a long
silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now
and then; such as "Well, I must be going now!" "It was
lovely seeing you again and thanks for the dope!" "I really
must be going to bed." Alice opened her eyes in the
semi-gloom lit by only one table lamp to see Dodie
apparently dozing on the chair opposite. "I wonder what
they'll do with me," thought Alice. "I'm sure I don't want to
stay here very much longer."
She waited for some time without hearing anything more:
at last came the rumbling of a good many voices all talking
together, including Dodie's: she made out the words:
"Won't she stir at all? - Will she mind if we make love? -
Perhaps she'd join in? - She's out of it enough. - I'm sure
she'd like it if we did - Open her legs, Dodie - She's so
pretty!" At this stage she felt several hands stroking her
inner thighs and some lips pecking her face. Alice groaned
appreciatively.
"Off with her tee-shirt!" exclaimed one girl who pushed
Alice forward and slipped it over her head. "Urggh! She's
been sick!"
"Only a little bit," said another girl. "She probably wasn't
even aware of it!" As indeed, Alice hadn't been.
"She seems to be enjoying it!" said one of the men whom
Alice could see through the blear of her half-closed eyes. "I
bet you and Mouse have been training her."
"What are you trying to say, you bastard!" said a very
indignant Dodie.
"Oooh, Rabbit! You've got such a big one!" exclaimed
another girl, and Alice could see a large penis rearing up in
front of her. "Are you to go down on her?"
The other voices mixed up in Alice's mind: "Yes, Rabbit,
you've always said you liked them young! - That's because
he prefers boys, doesn't like real women - Yes, I'll do it! -
I'll come after - if she doesn't mind of course - Go on
Rabbit stick it in her!"
"Oh! So Rabbit's going to come inside me, is he?" said
Alice to herself. "I'm not having any of that. I might be
weak, but I think I can kick a little!"
She pulled her foot back as far as she could, and waited till
she felt a probing finger at her cunt. When the probing
object was replaced by one too thick and blunt to be
anything but a prick, and she felt a hesitant rearranging of
the people trying to stimulate her: then, saying to herself
"This is Rabbit," she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see
what would happen next.
The first thing she heard was a general chorus of "There
goes Rabbit!" then Dodie's voice alone - "Are you alright
Rabbit!" then silence, and then another confusion of voices
- "She got you right in the balls - Serve you right I
suppose - Tell us all about it!"
Last came a little feeble, gasping voice. ("That's Rabbit,"
thought Alice with a little satisfaction), "Well, I hardly
know - No more, thanks: I'm better now - but I'm a deal
too flustered. She's got a strong kick!"
"Poor Alice!" said Dodie sympathetically.
"We must take her to bed," said another of the girls. There
was the silence of busy activity, and Alice thought to
herself, "I wonder what they will do next!" After a minute
or two, Dodie lifted Alice up and gave her a little kiss on
the face. "We're sleeping in Lizard's bed. He's sleeping with
Guinea-Pig, so there's space for us. Are you alright, love?"
Alice nodded as Dodie led her out of the living room. A
couple of people were gathered around Rabbit, who were
giving him something out of a bottle. They waved
goodnight to Alice and Dodie, as they went upstairs to a
very flat mattress in a very untidy bedroom.
"I'm sorry, loveliest," said Dodie as she comforted the
distinctly uncomfortable Alice. "Too much too soon, I
suppose."
Alice nodded weakly and rested her head on the stained
pillow and her arms around Dodie and went straight to
sleep.
V
Pig and Poppies
Alice enjoyed visiting toy-shops and sweet-shops, and she
was always happy when Mouse or her mother lent her some
money to look round them. Alice had just bought some
very nice mushroom-shaped sweets from a confectioners in
the high street and was eating them from the little paper
bag when she saw what looked like a disembodied grin in
front of her.
As she looked more closely, she could see the grin
belonged to a very dark skinned girl who was sitting in
front of a very dark building on a little rug. She was
wearing no clothes whatsoever except for some exotic
pendulous ear-rings and she was surrounded by a group of
curious onlookers.
Alice herself was very curious so, she joined the group. The
girl was in fact a street performer and she was displaying
some very active masturbation to an appreciative audience
who threw coins into a little hat the girl had in front of her.
She was standing up with a wide grin on her face, making
the occasional little sound of ecstasy while sliding an ivory
dildo in and out of her vagina and massaging her clitoris
with her fingers. She nearly doubled up on her knees with
apparent delirium as she pressed away at her groin.
Eventually, she released her fingers from her clitoris and
rubbed her breasts very suggestively. She had very round
breasts with stiff little nipples that she stimulated to keep as
rigid as possible. She slid the dildo faster and faster while
gasping very loudly. "Uuhh! Uuhh!" she cried. And then a
more full-throated "Aaahh! Aaahh!" This went on for long
enough to attract quite a large audience. Her performance
ended with a few "Ooohh! Ooohh!"s and "Aaaargghh!
Aaaargghh!!"s as she pulled out the clearly damp dildo
from her vagina and smeared over her breasts, nipples and
face the clear liquid she'd generated between her legs.
Several of the audience applauded at this stage and more
money was thrown into the hat.
Gradually the audience dispersed leaving Alice alone, eating
her mushroom-shaped sweets, with the black girl who lay
slumped in apparent post-coital bliss.
"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for
she was not quite sure whether it was good manners to say
anything, "if you're alright?"
The black girl opened her eyes and looked up at Alice. Her
grin reappeared and shone across her face like a beacon of
good humour. "Of course," she said in a slightly foreign
accent. "Why ever should I not be?"
"You were making ever such funny noises," Alice
commented.
The black girl laughed. "That is my job. I sit here. Or I
stand here. And I please myself. And if I please myself very
much, I make good money. And if I please myself with little
noises, I get more money. Look!" She showed Alice her
cap which was full of coins. "That is nice money. Now I
can eat and sleep happy."
"So you do it only for money?"
"Of course, my dearest," laughed the black girl. "Why else
would I want to do this with so many people looking?" She
smiled so wide Alice thought the corners of her mouth
might reach her ears. "My name is Kedi. I come from
abroad."
"I'm Alice. I don't come from around here either."
"No, Alice," smiled Kedi. "But you have the look of
someone who lives here."
"Have you always done this?"
"No, of course I have not. I came to this country to work
as a maid in a rich person's house. But it is some months
now since I was working there, and this is how I make my
money now. But it is better than prostitution, and that is
better than not eating enough and I am content."
"Why don't you wear any clothes?" wondered Alice.
"In my country nobody wears clothes."
"But you can buy clothes if you wanted?" Alice asked
looking at the money in the hat which wouldn't buy very
many clothes at all.
"No," answered Kedi sadly. "The rich person I worked for
did not pay me when I left, and if I wanted I could not buy
clothes."
"That's awful!" Alice exclaimed. "Why weren't you paid?"
"I am sure I will be paid, but because I am black I am not
permitted into the house and I can not ask. The doorman
will not allow me to go in."
"Perhaps I can ask for you," Alice suggested. "I may be
able to enter."
"You are right," grinned Kedi. "And you are kind. I will
show you the rich person's house."
Kedi picked up her blanket and ivory dildo which seemed
to be all that she owned. Alice and she walked through the
streets away from the shops and they talked. Kedi told her
that there were many black people living in Wonderground
who had come from abroad to find work, but it was
thought they were only able to do very menial work and
people made fun of them. "In my own country people do
not make fun of me, but in this town I hear many jokes and
people say many odd things."
"What is your country like?"
"It is very poor and nobody has very much to eat or wear.
But we are happy. I have come to this country to make
money for my family. I have come with my brother who is
younger than you. I worked for the rich person, Mrs
Duchess, for many months and I worked very hard. One
day I was told that I was not wanted any longer. I was told
to leave but my brother stayed. I have not seen him since
that day."
"That's terrible! Why not?"
"Because I am black I am not permitted to enter the house
of Mrs Duchess. But my brother, Pig, he works there and I
do not know if he is happy."
As they walked, the houses became steadily more opulent
and they passed many beautiful gardens. They were the
loveliest gardens you ever saw. How Alice longed to
wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those
cool fountains.
They came suddenly upon an open square with a big house
four floors high. "That is the house of Mrs Duchess,"
announced Kedi. "I will wait here." She indicated a bench
that stood in the square. Alice smiled and put a little sweet
into her mouth and approached the big house. For a minute
or two, she stood looking at the house and wondering what
to do next, but she went timidly up to the door, and
knocked.
A footman in livery opened the door, and there was a most
extraordinary noise going on within - a constant howling
and shouting, and every now and then a great crash from
the music being played. The footman looked at Alice
vacantly, and let her in without a comment.
The door led into a hallway and at the end of it was a living
room from which came the sounds. The room was full of
sweet-smelling smoke from one end to the other: Mrs
Duchess was lying on the carpet with a small black boy
mounted on her and fucking her: her friend, a woman with
a large dildo strapped around her waist was leaning over
the boy and gently prodding the boy's anus with her finger.
Mrs Duchess was nearly naked except for some black
suspenders and tights and a hat on her head. Her friend
wore just a bonnet and the dildo. Mrs Duchess was very
fat, but her friend was very thin - her breasts were almost as
small as Alice's but crowned by much larger and clearly
erect nipples.
"There's certainly too much smoke in this room!" Alice said
to herself, looking at a large hookah pipe, as well as she
could for coughing. There was certainly too much of it in
the air. Even Mrs Duchess coughed occasionally: and as for
the boy, he was coughing and crying alternately without a
moment's pause.
"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for
she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her
to speak first, "what you are doing?"
"Fucking the boy," said Mrs Duchess, "and that's why.
Pig!"
She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice
quite jumped: but she saw in another moment that it was
addressed to the boy, and not to her, so she took courage,
and went on again:- "I am on an errand from the boy's
sister, Kedi, who wants to be paid."
"It's in the hallway," said Mrs Duchess: "in an envelope
with her name. Take it to her."
"Thank you," Alice said very politely, feeling quite pleased
to have settled her errand.
"Do you want to join in?" asked Mrs Duchess.
Alice did not at all like the suggestion as the boy really did
not seem to enjoy the activity. Mrs Duchess's friend had
now positioned herself above the boy and started pushing
her groin and the dildo into the boy's arse. Mrs Duchess
reacted by gasping as the boy pushed hard into her cunt
with the extra thrust from behind. The boy started howling
so much and it was impossible to tell whether the thrusts
hurt him or not.
"Oh, please mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping
up and down in an agony of terror.
"If everybody minded their own business," Mrs Duchess
said, in a hoarse growl, "life would be much more
pleasant."
The two women continued playing with the boy who
looked at Alice with a very sad expression. Tears were
running down his cheeks and he reacted to each thrust from
behind, which pushed the dildo deeper into his bottom, by
another little gasp.
"Here! Do you want to come to the garden party?"
suddenly asked Mrs Duchess pushing off the boy whose
struggles must have become less enjoyable. She pulled
herself out from under him, and Alice saw his little penis
shudder and start as it discharged. Her friend continued
buggering him, but standing up so that Alice could see the
dildo thrusting in and out from underneath his legs. A thin
trickle of semen dripped down his legs.
Mrs Duchess walked over to a closet, her fat breasts,
stomach and buttocks wobbling as she walked. She was a
very ugly woman and her fat fell like folds over each other.
It was only the large nipples which differentiated the fold of
fat which was her breasts from those which were folds of
her stomach. Her thighs and arms were wobbling folds of
fats with the feet and hands at the end appearing rather
small in comparison. She picked up a gilt-edged card which
was an invitation to a Garden Party and handed it to Alice.
"Everyone will be there," she announced, patting Alice on
the head. Alice was more aware of the rich smell of sweat
and semen than of being touched.
Alice took the card and left the living room to the hallway
to pick up the envelope which did have the word KEDI
written on it. Alice poked her head into the living room to
say "Thank you" before leaving, to see Mrs Duchess
wrapping her tongue around the small boy's penis while her
friend continued buggering him. The small boy was still
crying but more as grunts and sobs. "If Kedi sees Pig," she
said to herself, "she would be very upset: but at least Pig
doesn't have to masturbate for a living like Kedi."
She left the house and walked over to Kedi in the middle of
the square who was sitting cross-legged on the grass. She
only grinned when she saw Alice, looking very
good-natured and relaxed.
"Kedi," Alice began, not knowing if she knew her so well as
to be familiar. "Here's your money. And here is an
invitation I was given to go to a garden party. Should I go
to it?"
Kedi took the envelope and counted the notes inside it
grinning. "For how many people is the invitation?" she
asked. "Why! It's for two!" said Alice. "Would you like to
come with me?"
"I will," grinned Kedi. "Mrs Duchess and her friends are all
mad. I am mad, but I will help you at the party. And maybe
I will meet my brother Pig."
"Where will I meet you?"
Kedi looked at the invitation card. "You'll see me there,"
she said and stood up. She bent over and kissed Alice very
tenderly on her cheek.
"By-the-bye, what became of my brother?" said Kedi. "I'd
nearly forgotten to ask."
"He is being buggered by Mrs Duchess and her friend,"
Alice answered very quietly.
"I thought he would," said Kedi, kissing her again, this time
on her lips. Kedi walked away carrying her blanket and
dildo, her black buttocks moving as stately as her stride.
She turned her head back.
"Did you say 'buggered' or 'bothered'?" said Kedi.
"I said 'buggered'," replied Alice.
"All right," said Kedi and she walked on with no apparent
disquiet. She turned back with her broad grin, which
remained in Alice's mind some time after she had gone.
VI
A Sex Tea-Party
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 licked 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
sucked 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 listening to 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!"
VII
Turtle's Story
Alice was a polite girl and she believed that when you are
invited to a party, as she had been by Mrs Duchess, she
should go. This was at the house of Mr and Mrs Hart in a
very genteel part of the town. So she put on some very
respectable clothes that Mouse had lent her and went to the
address. The house was enormous, and Alice wasn't sure
that she was in the right place as she entered the front door,
but the footman looked at her invitation card and nodded
her through.
Alice saw a beautiful garden through the doors in the living
room with bright flower-beds and a cool fountain, and
attracted by its beauty she walked in. A large rose-tree
stood near the entrance of the garden, and just by them
were three black boys, hardly older than her, wearing only
little silk scarves around their necks, who were in a
very odd position together. One of them was leaning
against the tree holding himself up while another boy was
behind him and seemed to be pushing his prick into the first
boy's backside. A third boy was standing behind the two of
them and seemed to be trying to do the same thing. The
problem was that none of the boys appeared to enjoy what
they were doing and their pricks were barely erect enough
to stay lodged inside the other's bottom. Furthermore,
the one who did have a prick inside him was not grunting
from pleasure but more from discomfort.
"We should have used soap," complained the middle boy
pulling his penis out of the first boy's bottom. "Or butter.
Cooking oil is clearly not good enough."
"My arse hurts like hell," complained the first boy stroking
his bottom with his middle finger.
"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, a little timidly,
"why you are doing that?"
The first two boys said nothing, but looked at the third boy,
who was in least discomfort, who began, in a low voice,
"Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, we are supposed to be
buggering each other in a row for when the guests arrive
and if Madam finds that we aren't doing it we should all
lose our jobs, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our
best before she comes, to -" At this moment, the first boy,
who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called
out "Madam! Madam!" and the three boys instantly threw
themselves flat upon their faces with their bums sticking out
suggestively into the air. There was a sound of many
footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to see the other
guests.
There were a motley bunch of people dressed in the most
peculiar ways. Some wore leather outfits that covered their
faces and most of the body except for their genitals and
nipples. Some wore nothing at all. Many wore only clothes
that covered some of the body but seemingly never their
genitals. There were several children - almost all naked -
and they came jumping merrily along, hand in hand, in
couples. In amongst the guests, Alice last saw the hosts
who were Mr and Mrs Hart. Mrs Hart was clearly the most
dominant, wearing a striking combination of leather and
chains which did little to hide the fact that she was rather
old and that her skin and breasts were quite seriously
sagging. Even so, she seemed to have no shame about
displaying her drooping nipples which balanced at the top
of the creases of her folded stomach and the threadbare
patch of her crotch which was just beneath.
When the procession came opposite Alice, they all stopped
and looked at her, and Mrs Hart said, severely, "Who is
this?" She said it to a young gentleman, possibly a butler,
who was almost modestly clothed in a jacket without
underpants or trousers, who only bowed and smiled in
reply.
"Idiot!" said Mrs Hart, smacking him with a cane
impatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went on: "What's
your name, child?"
"My name is Alice," said Alice very politely.
"And who are these?" said Mrs Hart to the butler, pointing
to the three black boys who were lying round the rose-tree,
"Stand them up!"
The butler did so, very carefully, with one foot.
"Get up!" said Mrs Hart in a shrill loud voice, and the three
boys instantly jumped up, and began bowing to her and the
other guests. "Why weren't you doing what I told you to
do?"
"May it please you Madam," said one of the boys, in a very
humble tone, "we were trying..."
"I see!" said Mrs Hart. "Fuck off and don't come back!"
The procession moved on, and the unfortunate boys
scampered away.
Mrs Hart and the others moved on to the lawn where the
guests all settled down on the grass. Alice thought she had
never seen such a curious scene in her life as the activity
which followed. The guests jumped on top of each other and
made love. Some of the men were buggered by some of the
women. Some women started making love to other women and
some men to other men. The whole lawn was a writhing mass
of naked and half-naked bodies. Mrs Hart was wandering
around giving instructions to the guests as to how they
should be conducting their sexual activities with each
other.
Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not
expected the garden party to be anything like this and she
didn't want to do any of the things that Mrs Hart was
instructing the guests to do. She was sure Mrs Hart would
approach her any minute, "and then," thought she, "what
would become of me?"
She was looking for some way of escape, and wondering
whether she could get away without being seen, when she
noticed a grin in the distance and she said to herself, "It's
Kedi: now I shall have somebody to talk to."
"How are you getting on?" said Kedi, as soon as Alice
approached her. Kedi was, as before, wearing no clothes,
but she seemed modest in comparison to the additional
accoutrements worn by the guests. Alice began an account
of what was going on, feeling very glad she had someone to
listen to her.
"How do you like Mrs Hart?" said Kedi in a low voice.
"Not at all," said Alice.
"Who are you talking to?" said Mr Hart who was dressed in
only an open cloak and a hat, coming up to Alice, and
looking at Kedi with great curiosity.
"It's a friend of mine - Kedi," said Alice: "allow me to
introduce her."
"I don't like the look of her at all," said Mr Hart: "however,
she may suck my prick, if she likes."
"I'd rather not," Kedi remarked.
"Don't be impertinent," said Mr Hart. "Well she's a filthy
sambo and she must be removed," he said very decidedly;
and he called to his wife, who was passing at the moment,
"My dear! I wish you would have this blackamoor
removed."
Mrs Hart had only one way of settling all difficulties, great
or small. "Fuck off!" she said without even looking round.
Alice could think of nothing else to say but "She's a servant
of Mrs Duchess: you'd better ask her about it."
"Well," Mrs Hart said to a servant: "fetch her here." And
the servant, who was wearing leather bondage and a mask
which covered all his face but his eyes, went off like an
arrow.
Kedi kissed Alice sweetly on the lip and smiled and walked
off without a word as soon as he was gone, and, by the
time he had come back with Mrs Duchess, she had entirely
disappeared. Mrs Duchess was dressed as before in just
stockings and with her hair pulled up into a bouffant, so
that from top to toe her ugliness was displayed in all its true
grossness.
"You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear
old thing!" said Mrs Duchess, as she tucked her arm
affectionately into Alice's, and they walked off together.
Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper,
and thought to herself that perhaps it was only drugs that
had made her so brutal when they met before.
"Do you want to make love with me, dearie?" Mrs Duchess
asked Alice pleasantly.
"No thank you," said Alice honestly.
"It'll be fun you know," smiled Mrs Duchess sticking her
ugly face close to Alice's and holding Alice's buttocks with
her hands.
Alice wriggled free. "I'm sure I shouldn't be doing anything
like that," she protested. "Why! I hardly know you."
"Come on! You don't know what fun it would be. Just say
yes."
"I've a right to say no," said Alice sharply, for she was
beginning to feel a little alarmed.
"Just about as much right," said Mrs Duchess, "as pigs have
to fuck people: and - "
But here, to Alice's great surprise, Mrs Duchess's voice
died away, and the arm that was linked into hers began to
tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood Mrs Hart in front
of them, with her arms folded, frowning like
a thunderstorm.
"Fuck off," shouted Mrs Hart, hitting Mrs Duchess with a
cane, and in a moment Alice's would-be lover was gone.
"Let's go on with the game," Mrs Hart said to Alice; and
Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly
followed her back to the other guests. The other guests had
taken advantage of their hostess's absence, and were resting
in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they
hurried back to their love-making.
Mrs Hart turned to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock
Woman yet?"
"No," said Alice, "I don't even know what a Mock Woman
is."
"It's a woman with a prick," said Mrs Hart.
"I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice, forgetting
the woman with the erect penis she saw before she caught
the train to this district while her sister was making love.
"Come on, then," said Mrs Hart, "and she or he shall tell
you his or her history."
They very soon came upon a naked woman resting in the
sun. At least Alice was sure she was a woman, because she
had a cunt, but her body was built up and very muscular
and seemed to shine with a peculiar kind of oil. Her
breasts which might seem normal on a much smaller woman
were dwarfed by the muscles of her chest. "Up, lazy thing!"
said Mrs Hart, "and take this young lady to see Turtle, the
Mock Woman, and to hear her history. I must go back and
see after some mock executions I have ordered;" and she
walked off, leaving Alice with the naked muscular woman.
Alice did not quite like the look of her, but on the whole
she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with her as to
go after that savage Mrs Hart: so she waited.
The woman sat up. "My name is Gryphon," she said in a
voice that was almost deep enough to be a man's. "Come
on!"
They had not gone far before they saw Turtle, the Mock
Woman in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little
ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear
him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied
him deeply. "What is his sorrow?" she asked Gryphon. And
she shrugged and smiled.
So they went up to Turtle, who looked at them with large
eyes full of tears, but said nothing. He certainly looked like
a woman, and like Gryphon was wearing no clothes. He
had a convincing pair of breasts, and he wore his hair like a
woman. He also wore make-up just as a woman might. But
his hips were like a man's and as Mrs Hart had warned
Alice, instead of a cunt he had a good sized penis between
his legs.
"This here young lady," said Gryphon, "she wants for to
know your history she do."
"I'll tell it to her," said Turtle in a deep, hollow tone. "Sit
down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.
Once," he said with a deep sigh, "I was a real man."
These words were followed by a very long silence, broken
only by Turtle's constant heavy sobbing. "When we were
little," Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still
sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school and I was
a little boy. I wanted to be a little girl and so when I was
older and had the money I changed myself to a girl. And, as
you see, I couldn't bear to lose my penis. So now I am a
woman with a prick. But a prick that can't do anything."
"It's true," said Gryphon who leaned over to Turtle's penis
and held it in her hands. She started stroking it and then put
it into her mouth. She pulled the long flaccid length of it
through her lips and pulled it out. It stretched out, but was
just as limp. "Whatever you do, it stays the same."
"But can't you get it stiff sometimes?" wondered Alice who
had seen so many erect penises recently she was sure it was
a fairly simple matter.
"When I was younger, the thought of being a woman would
make it so stiff that I could balance a book on the end of
it," boasted Turtle. "I used to be able to fuck women just
like all the other boys. But I loved women because I
wanted to be one. Now I can only use it for going to the
toilet."
"Why don't you have it taken off and be a real woman?"
wondered Alice.
"I can't bear to lose it. That is my tragedy. I can't bear to be
a man and I can't face losing my penis."
"The only sex Turtle has is up his backside - and he's got
such a tight little arse-hole," Gryphon commented.
"It must be so much better when you've got a cunt,"
remarked Turtle. He looked at Alice. "What's yours like?"
Alice felt a little embarrassed, but then both Turtle and
Gryphon were naked so she felt there was nothing wrong
with showing her vagina. So she pulled up her dress and her
knickers down to her ankles and off. She held her dress up
so that Gryphon and Turtle could see. Both Turtle and
Gryphon stroked the smooth skin with their fingers.
"It's so beautiful!" exclaimed Turtle. "If only I could stick
my prick up inside it."
Alice was about to say that she wouldn't allow that, when a
cry of "The show's beginning!" was heard in the distance.
"Come on!" cried Gryphon, and taking Alice by the hand,
who was holding her knickers in her other hand, she hurried
off.
"What show is it?" Alice panted as she ran; but Gryphon
only answered "Come on!" and ran the faster.
Mr and Mrs Hart were seated on garden chairs when they
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them. One of
the guests was standing before them, in chains, with
another guest on each side to guard him. Alice was not at
all sure what sort of show there was going to be, but she
feared that it would have some perverted sexual element.
She sat down on the grass next to a girl who looked just a
bit like Mouse, but was not in fact. It was a little crowded,
so she had to sit between the legs of a naked gentleman just
behind her.
"Is everyone here?" asked Mr Hart looking around him. No
one disagreed with him, so he announced "First show!"
The first show was Howard, who Alice hadn't seen since he
was with Mouse. He came in wearing nothing on but a pair
of shoes and a bottle of wine. "I beg pardon, madam," he
began, "for dressing like this, but I hadn't known I would be
sent for." Mr and Mrs Hart examined Howard with
apparent disdain, and then Mrs Hart said "Your penalty is
to be fucked by one of my boys."
Howard didn't look very happy, but a black boy came out of
the crowd wearing nothing but a very large erection and
came up to Howard and started caressing his backside. Howard
looked quite uncomfortable as the boy eased his fingers in
and out of Howard's anus. Just at this moment Alice felt a
very curious sensation, which puzzled her a good deal until
she made out what it was: the penis of the gentleman just
behind her was beginning to get larger and press against her
bottom through the skirt. She thought at first she would get
up and leave; but on second thought she decided to remain
where she was as long as he didn't do any more.
"I wish you wouldn't squeeze so," said Alice.
"I can't help it," said the gentleman very meekly: "I'm
getting very excited."
"You've no right to push it into me," said Alice. And she
got up and crossed over to another patch of grass.
All this time the audience had never left off staring at
Howard, who was very nervous as the boy eased his erect
penis into Howard's backside. Here one of the small girls in
the audience - younger than Alice, she thought - cheered,
and was immediately jumped on by another member of the
audience. He turned her over and pushed his penis into her
backside, while another member of the audience put his penis
in the girl's mouth, which she started to suck with what
seemed to Alice a practised air. The audience's attention
was divided between the girl who was enjoying what was
happening and Howard who clearly wasn't.
"If that's the best you can do," said Mr Hart to Howard,
"you may stand down."
At this stage the boy removed his penis from Howard's
backside and spread his semen all over Howard's back.
Here another girl cheered, and was similarly attacked by
another man in the audience. This girl did not seem to enjoy
it at all, but this, if anything, seemed to excite the audience
more. For several minutes, the audience cheered as the girl
was fucked from behind and was screaming quite pitifully.
Her shoulders were pushed right down onto the ground to
prevent her moving and her mouth was facing sideways as
each little scream came out. Fortunately for her, the man
who was fucking her got over-excited in less than three
minutes and had soon discharged his semen, which
splattered quite visibly over the girl's buttocks as he pulled
it out together with some darker coloured liquid which
could have been either blood or shit.
"Call the next show!" said Mr Hart.
The next on was Mrs Duchess' friend. She was wearing just
stockings and a large hat which covered her hair and a veil
which covered her rather ugly face. She carried a large
dildo in her hand and prodded it at people's bottoms or
crotches as she made her way to the centre of the forum.
"Bugger her," said Mr Hart pointing at a girl in the
audience whom Alice recognised as being Mouse, who
must have come in with Howard and was sitting next to
Henry. She was wearing nothing but a little silk smock
which came to just above her navel and looking very sweet.
She didn't appear very happy about her nomination.
"Please don't," gasped Mouse in a quite small voice.
"Collar that girl!" Mrs Hart shrieked out. "She has no
choice! Bring her to the centre!"
For some minutes the whole audience was in confusion,
dragging her as she struggled to get free to the centre and
then pushed her roughly to the ground. In the process
Mouse's silk smock was ripped down the front and one of
her breasts flopped out. In a trice, Mrs Duchess' friend had
immobilised Mouse and had strapped the dildo, which was
at least twelve inches long, to her waist. She then started
pushing it into Mouse's anus as Mouse screeched and
screamed in pain. Alice was rather horrified at the show,
which really didn't seem any better than an excuse for rape.
Mouse struggled at one point and almost detached herself
from the woman at which point another member of the
audience came down and held Mouse's hands firmly to the
ground. This was the cue for a man in the audience, who
was wearing only a very ugly leather mask over his face, to
come down, push Mouse's body up into a new angle and
pushed his erect penis into Mouse's cunt. This went on for
several minutes, during which Alice was very troubled for
her friend, but after a while it was finished and Mouse
was taken away by a woman in the audience wearing only a
little nurse's hat and comforted her. Alice couldn't help
noticing a little trickle of blood running down the inside
of Mouse's thigh.
"Never mind!" said Mr Hart, as Mrs Duchess' friend picked
up Mouse's discarded silk smock which was by now in a
very torn state. "Call the next show."
Alice watched one of the servants fumble over a list, feeling
very curious to see what the next show would be like and hoped
it would be less like a rape. Imagine her displeasure, when
the servant read out, at the top of his shrill little voice,
the name "Alice!"
"Here!" cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the
moment how she could be so badly treated. Mr and Mrs
Hart looked at Alice with a look of apparently malevolent
glee.
"It's time for a train!" announced Mrs Hart, picking up a
strapped dildo.
"Yes, a train," agreed a male guest.
"Excuse me, what is a train?" wondered Alice, who could
only think of steam engines and possibly diesel powered
ones.
"It's when everyone takes turns to fuck you," explained a
little girl, about nine, sitting next to her and wearing
nothing but a pair of silk stockings. "Everyone queues up
like the carriages of a train and one after another fuck you
in turn."
"You can't do that!" shrieked Alice standing up and getting
ready to run.
"Yes, we can," said another guest holding onto one of her
shoulders. Another held onto her foot. And another onto
her hand. Alice was dragged to the ground and then she felt
the layers of clothes she was wearing being ripped off one
by one. Off came her pinafore. Down came her skirt. Off
came her vest. Her knickers were ripped down the centre.
While this was happening Alice was kicking and struggling
and yelling.
"Calm down," said a girl's voice softly from behind her,
who was caressing her hair in almost a kindly way. "It'll
only make it worse to struggle."
Alice took the advice and collapsed into an apparently
defeated state. She was now wearing no clothes except a
small pair of white socks and her legs were forced open to
display the smooth crotch where no hair had ever grown.
She looked up hopelessly at the audience who gradually
eased their grip on her as they saw her apparent submission.
She saw through her tear-filled eyes that a line of guests,
both men and women, and, it seemed, animals, were
forming in front of her, almost certainly to start fucking her.
The first guest approached, whom Alice could see was Mr
Hart. His penis was sticking up and he was supporting it by
stroking it with his hand. He came over to Alice and leaned
over her. She could see right up his nostrils, which to her
eyes looked an evil sight and there appeared to be some
slobber coming from the corner of his mouth.
At this stage Alice remembered her encounter with Rabbit
and she also reasoned that now was her last time for
escape. So as Mr Hart leaned over, stroking Alice's
stomach and guiding his penis towards Alice's cunt, Alice
pulled back her knee as far as she could. "You're a pretty
little girl!" commented Mr Hart just before Alice pushed all
her strength into a hefty knee movement straight into Mr
Hart's testicles. There was no time to wait as Mr
Hart yelled in pain from the sudden impact as Alice
struggled loose from the weakened grip of her captors and
ran naked as fast as her legs could take her through the
audience (who didn't actually make any effort to stop her)
and towards the entrance to the garden. As she ran, she
yelled a scream as loud as she could, half of fright and half
of anger, and was soon out of Mrs Hart's property and in
the street but wearing nothing but the one white sock that
hadn't come off in the struggle.
VIII
Alice's Homecoming
Alice was pleased to see that Kedi out there as if she
had been expecting her. Alice ran into Kedi's arms, who
held her tightly and comforted her as Alice gulped out her
sobs. "It was horrible! Horrible!" she sobbed. "A real
nightmare!"
"I think," said Kedi kindly, "it's time for you to go home."
And with that she steered Alice away from Mrs Hart's
house and towards the nearest bus-stop.
Kedi took Alice to Mouse's house, and after advising
Mouse's mother of the situation she took some clothes
which both she and Alice could wear. She then escorted
Alice to an underground railway station and proceeded to
take her back to Alice's own home and her sister.
Dinah, Alice's sister, was very surprised to see her sister
after so long, and was almost too surprised at first to
evaluate the peculiarity of her being brought home by this
stately black woman, Kedi. She had felt very guilty for the
unannounced disappearance of her sister, as it had
happened while she had been so very much preoccupied in
other affairs. But she thanked Kedi for kindly returning her
home and heard from her about Alice's ordeals at the party.
Dinah took Alice into the bedroom and laid her down in her
bed. She carefully removed Mouse's clothes, so Alice lay
naked. Dinah took Alice into the bathroom and sat Alice in
its hot waters and sat next to her while listening to
Alice recounting her adventures after boarding the
underground train. For some reason, she found the stories
she told quite stimulating, particularly, she thought
regarding her sister, that they happened to such a pretty
little girl.
After the bath, Alice and Dinah went back into Dinah's
bathroom with Alice wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Dinah
lay Alice down and stroked Alice's hair and got Alice to
once more recount her wonderful Adventures, particularly,
she said, the sexy bits. While Alice chatted, Dinah thought
mostly of Alice herself. She looked lovingly at the tiny
hands clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes
looking up into hers - and she listened to the very tones of
her voice, and she grinned indulgently at that queer little
toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would
always get into her eyes - and still as she listened, her hand
wandered down to her crotch. Dinah was wearing only
her slip with her knickers already assigned to the wash, so it
was easy for her to stroke her own crotch as she held
Alice's hand in hers and looked lovingly into Alice's eyes.
She listened to the attempted rape by Rabbit, which
horrified her but only made her the more protective
towards Alice, who she supported about the shoulders as
she told her distressing tale. Then she listened to the
account of Mouse first making love to her and Dinah
moved a hand down to Alice's crotch and brushed
the smooth hairlessness of it as Alice recounted how Mouse
put her fingers into it and then her tongue. As Alice told the
account of how Howard and Henry indulged in a very
peculiar meal with Mouse, Dinah's index finger made its
way into Alice's own little vagina and lovingly caressed
Alice's clitoris. She cuddled Alice's frightened little body as
she told of the horrid sadistic games Mrs Hart would play.
She rained kisses on Alice's upturned face as her eyes
welled with tears of anger and self-pity. She clasped Alice's
buttocks in her hands as she listened to how Pig was
sodomised by Mrs Duchess and her friend while very loud
music crashed around them. She kissed Alice's clitoris as
she heard about Gryphon's peculiarly shaped body. Her
tongue was deep inside Alice's cunt as she heard of the rape
of the little girls during Mrs Hart's sex show. She nipped at
Alice's clitoris with her teeth as she heard of the plight of
Turtle, the Mock Woman.
The two girls were soon rolling about in a frenzy of
sexual passion, stimulated by Dinah's reflections of Alice's
Adventures. A world of sexual fantasy that made her own
sex-life seem so dull. While she had been recovering from
sex that day wondering where her sister had gone, only the
grass rustling in the wind and the pool rippling to the
waving of the reeds seemed to be the sounds around. Alice
meanwhile had gone to a land of sex parties, sado-masochism,
sodomy, transsexualism and bisexuality.
After Alice and she had made love, Dinah pictured to
herself how this same little sister would, in the after-time,
be herself a grown girl; and how she would have all sorts of
new sexual adventures and how wonderful it would be if
she could participate in them - perhaps she and Alice
together with a man or another girl or even with Kedi who
was staying at their house at the time. And she thought of
all the ways that their sex-life could be stimulated in years
to come, and with these thoughts she drew Alice close to
her for more love-making.
IX
Alice's House
One thing was certain, that Blanche had had nothing to do
with Alice - it was Kedi entirely who made love to her. For
Blanche, Dinah's plump friend had been making love to
Dinah for the last quarter of an hour (and enjoying it pretty
well): so you see only Kedi could have been making love to
Alice.
The way Dinah made love to her girlfriends was just as
passionate and sensitive as the way she made love to Alice.
Kedi had made love to Dinah earlier in the afternoon, and
so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great
sofa, Kedi was having a grand game of romps with her
young little body, which was, like that of all the other girls
in the living room, free of all encumbrance.
"Oh, you wicked wicked thing!" cried Alice, catching up
with Kedi, and giving her a little kiss. "Really, Dinah ought
to have totally worn you out! You ought, Dinah, you know
you ought!" she added looking reproachfully at her sister,
and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage - and
then she scrambled back into the sofa, pulling Kedi back
and showering her breasts with kisses. Kedi rested very
demurely on top of her, watching Alice's love-making, and
now and then putting her lips out and gently pressing them
against Alice's forehead.
After a while the two girls got quite passionate and then
soon wore out their passion for each other on the sofa.
Alice looked across the room at her sister and Blanche who
seemed similarly sated by their own love-making. Kedi
smiled indulgently at Alice and lay down on her back on the
sofa. Alice who had somehow fallen to the floor and
knocked over the Chess set that had been set out for a
game that Blanche and Kedi had been playing earlier.
Alice stood up and leaned against the mantelpiece looking
out at the rest of the room. She smiled indulgently at
Blanche and Dinah who were curled up together in one
mass of white flesh. Blanche came from Brook, a district
where nudity was the norm rather than the exception, and
felt most comfortable naked anyway. Most of the white
flesh that Alice could see belonged to Blanche, who was a
very plump girl, but one on whom plumpness was actually
very attractive, unlike, Alice couldn't help wincing, Mrs
Duchess. Kedi also came from a place where nudity was the
norm, but that was another country and not just another
district. The two girls were always naked, whatever the
occasion - one black and the other white - just like chess
pieces.
Alice turned round and looked at the same view of the
room through the looking-glass over the mantle-piece. The
view was different mostly in that Alice could see herself, a
girl who differed most from the others by her tenderer
years. A girl too young for breasts and still a little bit of a
tummy above her smooth crotch. She wandered to the
window and looked out into the garden next door where
she could see an oldish gentleman making love to a much
younger woman on the lawn. He didn't appear to be
very expert and indeed he was balancing very badly on top
of her. The younger woman didn't seem to mind, but Alice
couldn't help thinking that there didn't appear to be a lot of
passion in their love-making.
There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while
she was watching the old man she turned over the leaves, to
find some part that she could read. It looked at first sight
like a normal children's book - the sort of book that perhaps
Enid Blyton might write - and, indeed, it was a collection of
shortish books gathered together in an omnibus edition.
Curiously however although the protagonists were all
children as the pictures made clear and the style was
pitched at children of Alice's age the subject matter was
what Alice had always been made to understand to be very
adult.
The stories seemed to concern the sexual adventures
and misadventures of children mostly with other children
and very rarely with adults. The pictures and text didn't,
however, leave very much to the imagination. There were
drawings of children with erect penises, close-ups of little
girl's vaginas and many pictures of girls and boys doing all
sorts of sexual things with each other. The main saving
grace that Alice could see was that no adults participated,
even though there was often an adult man or woman
watching or masturbating.
"That's a book I brought here from Brook," commented
Blanche, who had been watching Alice read the book. "The
authoress, Honore L'Oeuf, is very popular. She's written
lots of best-sellers."
"But children's books aren't like that here!" commented
Alice.
"And more's the pity," smiled Blanche. "People here seem
to think children don't have any sexual desires at all until
they're older. In Brook nobody thinks it strange for children
to have sexual fantasies or even to make love to each
other."
Alice looked at the book more closely. "Isn't it a
little disgusting what all these children are doing?"
"Isn't what you and Kedi do together just as
disgusting," retorted Blanche.
Kedi heard her name and looked up at Alice whose back
was now to the window and whose figure now was a
silhouette framed by the sunlight. "It's not at all disgusting,"
Kedi said, defending Alice.
Blanche let Alice borrow the book, The Collected Works of
Honore L'Oeuf, and Alice took it with her to bed to read that
night. In most of the stories, the tales seemed to be just
like all the other children's stories Alice had ever read
except that whereas in most stories the plot was centred
around some mystery or focused towards the solution of
particular problems, in these stories the main event was
sexual and the plots were concerned in how these sexual
events came to take place and what these sexual encounters
entailed.
In the world of Honore L'Oeuf, sex was always genial, -
never violent nor disturbing, - was always desired and never
complicated by after-effects such as pregnancy or venereal
disease or worse. Rape was unheard of, "No" was always
an accepted response to sexual advance and all the children
had very attractive bodies and larger-than-life sex-drives.
Alice found the stories very erotic - much more so than
all the pornography or erotica she had seen for the attention
of older people. Perhaps it was because it was designed to
satisfy the desires and fantasies of pre-pubescents rather
than of adults who pretended to already know it all.
She also found it arousing that in none of the pictures
did anyone wear any clothes. This, as Blanche explained,
was because in Brook it was normal not to wear clothes -
and indeed not wearing clothes wasn't considered a sexual
thing to do at all. Alice liked what she heard about Brook
and she was very soon hinting to Blanche and Dinah that
what she would like to do very soon would be to go on
holiday to Brook.
"But of course sweetest," said Blanche giving Alice such a
sweet little kiss on the mouth. "But remember - no
clothes!"
X
The Garden of Opportunity
Inspired by Honore L'Oeuf's novels, Alice tried interesting
her schoolfriends with sexual adventures and invited a few
to her home. Most of them were little girls like Alice, but
one or two were boys. Alice and her friends played in the
garden, their clothes discarded, just hidden from sight by
the undergrowth. They read aloud chapters from the
Honore L'Oeuf omnibus and when properly aroused, they
played with each other. The boys and girls made very little
distinction between whom they chose to play with and indeed
the two boys were most interested in each other's little
penises.
"O Tiger-Lilly!" gasped Alice, removing her tongue from
her friend's bare vagina, "I wish you had a prick!"
"But I do!" said Tiger-Lilly. "Put your tongue further up
and feel it. Then you'll see."
Alice did so, and felt Tiger-Lilly's clitoris. "It's very
hard," she said: "but it's not the same thing."
"She's coming!" said Larkspur talking about Rose whom
she was stimulating with her finger. "Hear her gasps.
Aaaahh! Aaaahh! Aaaahh!"
Alice looked round eagerly to see Rose gasping, the
smooth skin of her nearly flat chest pouring sweat as her
buttocks trembled with excitement, and then saw Kedi
looking at the children playing from a distance away. As
usual, she was wearing no clothes and had a frown on her
face.
"I think I'll go and meet her," said Alice, for, though
her friends were interesting enough, she felt that it would
be far more satisfying to spend time with Kedi.
"You can't possibly do that," said Rose: "She'd tell you
off."
This sounded nonsense to Alice as she knew Kedi so well,
so she walked up to Kedi, who indeed did not seem as
happy as usual.
"You really oughtn't encourage your friends like that," said
Kedi firmly. "What do you think their parents will think?"
Alice wondered a little at this, but she was too much in
love with Kedi to argue. "I hadn't thought," she
apologised.
"In Brook this sort of thing is perfectly all right, but here
you must be more sensible," explained Kedi. "In different
places there are different rules of behaviour. In some
countries, it is children who have sex and the adults must
not. In some countries only anal sex is allowed and other
forms of sexual intercourse are frowned on. In some
countries, people are only allowed to make love with
people of the same sex and never with people of other
sexes."
"Why is that?" wondered Alice.
"In every place there may be a good reason," explained
Kedi indulgently, "but mostly it is just custom. Here it is
not the custom for children to make love together. It is
thought indecent and if your friends tell their parents of
what they have been doing their mothers and fathers will be
very cross."
"What is it like in your country?"
"In my country, clothes are disapproved of. They are
considered as merely ways of hiding oneself from others.
They are thought of as a kind of deceit. It is also believed
that they are an unnecessary luxury in a warm country
which merely displays a disreputable ostentatiousness. In
my country, people are proud of their bodies and are not
ashamed of how they change as they get older."
"Is it like that in Brook?"
"Brook is different. It is not a foreign country and in many
ways its attitudes are like those here. It is just that there
are enough enlightened people who think that wearing
clothes is a choice and that one should choose oneself how
much one wears. Brook is not far from here. You should
visit it and then you will know what it is like."
"Why is it called Brook?"
"Because there are many brooks. But there are also many
woods and hedges. It is a pleasant place with a lovely
climate. Do you want to go?"
"Yes I do!" said Alice positively. "I would very much like
to."
"That's easily managed. You can visit Blanche and I will
visit you there if you like -" Just at this moment, somehow
or other, they began to make love.
Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over
afterwards, how it was they began: all she remembers is,
that they were rolling around together on the grass, and
Kedi was exercising Alice's clitoris with her fingers so
vigorously that she was helpless with passion: and still Kedi
kept gasping encouragement.
The most curious part of the thing was, that Alice's friends,
who had bored of sex-games, never seemed to notice the
two girls together at all, or if they did, they made no sign of
it. And Kedi opened her legs and pushed Alice's fingers
deep inside her vagina motioning her to do the same to her
as she was to Alice. She cried "Faster! Don't try to
talk!" Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt as
if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so
much out of breath in excitement: and still Kedi cried
"Faster! Faster!" and nibbled Alice's clitoris with her teeth.
"Have you nearly come?" Alice managed to pant out at
last.
"Nearly there!" Kedi repeated. "Faster!" And they
continued for some time in silence, with the blood rushing
to Alice's ears and her body aching with passion and
exertion.
"Now! Now!" cried Kedi. "Faster! Faster!" And her body
shivered so violently, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting
quite exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself
sprawled on her back on the ground, breathless and giddy.
Kedi propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, "Let's
rest a little now."
Alice sighed. "I am so hot and thirsty!"
"I know what you'd like!" Kedi said good-naturedly
opening a bottle of water which she proffered to Alice.
Alice sipped from it and then Kedi took it from her and
splashed water over her face and between her legs. She
then handed it back to Alice who did the same thing.
"While you're refreshing yourself," said Kedi, "I'll tell you
the arrangements. You will take a train to Brook, and then
walk through the woods to Blanche's house which is just by
a river. There you might meet the writer, Honore L'Oeuf,
whose books you enjoy so much."
Alice nodded as she took in the arrangements, which she
assumed had been made between Kedi, Blanche and Dinah.
Adults were always running your life! she thought.
"Then you might want to look round the forests of Brook
and you might meet people and then I'll meet you and
Blanche, and it's all feasting and fun!"
Alice smiled in gratitude. "I look forward to it," she said.
"Now run back and play with your friends," advised Kedi
with an indulgent smile. "But impress on them not to tell
their parents of what they've been up to, or there'll be all
sorts of trouble!"
Alice said she would and left Kedi to wander around the
garden. She joined her friends and in next to no time they
were all excitedly stimulating each other and the boys were
persuaded to stick their little penises up each other's
bottoms.
XI
The Journey to Brook
Of course the first thing to do was to read up as much
about Brook as Alice could. It certainly seemed a pleasant
place, full of woods, streams and valleys, but the most
interesting aspect of the country was its liberal attitude
towards sex and nudity. Kedi escorted Alice to the railway
station and soon she was on her way.
She shared the compartment of the train with several other
people: most of them very much older than her. In front of
her, an elderly man was reading a newspaper, but Alice was
not to be outdone. Blanche had lent her a copy of a Brook
newspaper, a tabloid which she said would help her get an
understanding of the district. It contained many pictures of
naked people, but these were mostly just photographs
accompanying articles about fairly dull things such as
garden fetes, mayoral banquets, goat farming or whatever.
There were however certain pictures that could only have
been inserted for titillation, and these featured not just
nudity but full sex. The captions were of a fairly odd nature
saying things like "Geraldine's nipples are even harder now
that there's something hard up her cunt",
"John's certainly come to a fortune now!", "Mummy never
told her about using the back entrance" and "How many
pricks can you get inside you?" This coyness was in
curious contrast to the explicit photographs of all sorts of
sexual behaviour.
As the train travelled along, the passengers disembarked at
the stations on the way, and soon Alice was in the
compartment by herself. She occupied her time looking out
of the window at the countryside passing by and leafing
through her newspaper. All at once she started as a
loud sound came from outside at a station where the train
had stopped.
"That certainly surprised you!" commented a little voice.
Alice looked back at the source of the sound, which was a
boy about the same age as Alice. He actually looked young
for his age, but Alice could see that he wasn't too young, by
virtue of the fact that he was wearing no clothes. This
shocked Alice a little too: a fact that must have been
noticed by the boy as he crossed his legs.
"Are we in Brook already?" Alice asked - as this seemed
an appropriate response to the boy's nakedness.
"No, not quite," the boy answered smiling, "but there aren't
any more stops till we get there."
"And that's why ..."
"I just hate wearing clothes!" the boy replied. "But it's
so necessary when you're away from home. Clothes are
so uncomfortable. Don't you agree?"
"Well ..." responded Alice who didn't really have an opinion
on the subject.
"When I'm away from Brook, I only wear clothes when I
go out and about. The rest of the time, the most I ever wear
are shoes."
"Is everyone like you in Brook?" wondered Alice.
"No, of course not," the boy responded. "Many people
wear clothes."
However, Alice couldn't be at all sure of this as the
train continued on its journey and all the people who passed
by the compartment seemed equally unclothed. And she
could tell that she was in Brook when she saw through the
window that everyone outside was also naked. After a
while, Alice gave in to the prevailing custom and shyly took
off all her clothes and packed them neatly into her suitcase.
"I'm glad you've seen reason," commented the boy, smiling
at Alice. "It's so much better without textile constraint,
isn't it?"
When Alice finally got off the train at the little station
of Tweedle, she at first found it strange to wander around
in the company of so many naked people, and indeed
the most prominent feature at first was the unaccustomed
smell of their bodies. However, she handed her ticket to the
Guard who took it from her and bade her a good day. Alice
shyly thanked him for it, being perhaps more aware of his
slightly tumescent penis than of his good intentions.
It was early evening and Alice definitely wanted to get
to Blanche's house by the river before it got dark, but the
route led through a wood which seemed quite threatening
in the lengthening shadows. Although she was pretty sure
from the instructions she had written down that she did
know the way to her house, Alice felt she needed some
confirmation.
She was quite pleased to see a couple of teenage boys lying
naked on the grass who looked like they could help. As she
came up to them, however, she couldn't help noticing that
one boy was sucking the penis of the other one which the
other was lazily enjoying. Although the penis wasn't
particularly stiff, it was fairly clear to her that it wouldn't
take a great deal more encouragement for it to become so.
She looked at it with intense curiosity, and was startled by a
voice coming from the one lying on his back.
"If you think we're a porno show," he said, "you ought to
pay, you know."
The other boy disengaged his mouth from the penis and
looked up at Alice whom he'd just noticed. "I'm sure I'm
very sorry," was all Alice could say.
The two boys sat up, visibly annoyed by having been
interrupted in their play.
"I was thinking," Alice said very politely, "which is the
best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you
tell me, please?"
The two boys giggled, and the one who had been sucking
his friend's penis grasped it firmly in his hand and started
pulling it through his fingers. He pulled his hand up from
the base to the tip in a slow and languid way.
"You've begun wrong!" cried one boy. "The first thing in a
visit is to say 'How d'ye do' and shake hands!"
Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them, as
she really wanted to get on her way and didn't want to
prolong it too much. However, the necessity of further
politeness was not necessary as the two boys just as
suddenly ignored her and returned to their lovemaking.
Alice hovered around wondering what she ought to do, but
as their passion mounted and one of them began inserting
his penis into the others' backside, she felt that she'd
probably exhausted all the time she could with the pair.
She walked on further and was a little alarmed when she
heard something that sounded to her like the puffing of a
large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she
feared it was more likely to be a wild beast. However, she
was relieved to see that it was only a black gentleman
wearing only a night-cap lying crumpled up into a sort of
untidy heap and snoring loud.
However, it was still getting progressively darker, so
Alice hurried as fast as she could through the wood
following the instructions she had been given. She was sure
that she'd find Blanche's home fairly soon.
Blanche's home was in fact just above a book shop where
she sold all manner of books, but it was quite late when
Alice arrived and rang the door bell. It wasn't at all long till
the door was answered by Blanche's naked plump white
body. "Come in! Come in!" said Blanche in a very cheerful
way. "I was so worried you wouldn't find the way here."
Blanche took Alice in and fussed around her. She cooked
her a very nice meal. "I hope you don't mind sharing my
bed," Blanche wondered, "but I've only the one. But there's
plenty of space for two - especially for one as petite as
you."
Alice spent most of the evening looking at the books that
Blanche sold in her shop. There were many books besides
Honore L'Oeuf's, but almost all seemed much more explicit
in their content than the ones Alice was used to reading at
home. Some of the children's books concerned nothing else
but masturbation, with titles like 101 Things to do
with a Willy, Sucking Made Simple, A Little
Girl's Guide to Touching Yourself and A Child's
Household Sex Tools. There were also other children's
fiction like Honore L'Oeuf's which focused on child sex.
There was a series of books about The Nasty Little
Girl, which concentrated on all the games of sexual
seduction the Nasty Little Girl of the title would have with
other boys and girls, and even, in one very curious story, a
dog. There were some other stories about girls and boys
going to toilet on each other called the Pooh Stories. In a
typical story, the main character, a little boy called Pooh
would piss on his younger friend Ploplet and then smear
shit all over his body. The point of the story was the awful
smell it left, which put off all their friends.
It was soon bedtime, but there was no ceremony about
taking clothes off. Alice just went to Blanche's bed after
cleaning her teeth and having a wash. Blanche was already
lying on the sheets: her plump white body filling much more
than half of what was already a very large double bed. "Oh!
I feel so tense!" complained Blanche rolling her plump body
round, her breasts moving heavily with her motion. "Could
you rub my back please?"
Alice was always very helpful, so she sat astride Blanche's
broad round back, which was so round she had to almost
stand so as not to dig her knees into Blanche's flesh. She
put her hands onto Blanche's shoulders and massaged and
rubbed them vigorously. All the fat swallowed up Alice's
little hands, and she was sure that Blanche could barely feel
any of her caresses, but Blanche was moaning "That's
better. Oh, much better!"
After a while Alice was beginning to get a bit tired of
exercising on Blanche's back, and was indeed feeling a bit
tense herself from the effort. Blanche persuaded Alice to
not only massage her shoulders, but also her back and her
buttocks. She then rolled over onto her back, and her
breasts and stomach were raised majestically up above the
sheets. Her stomach flopped slightly over her cunt, so that
it was actually obscured from view. As if to correct this,
Blanche clasped the base of her stomach in her hands and
pulled it up, so that Alice could see the pale fair hair, which
obscured virtually nothing of the very full and fleshy vagina.
"It's not just my back that feels sore," explained Blanche,
directing Alice's hand to her cunt. Alice squeezed her hands
between the flesh of Blanche's thighs and her little fingers
entered the cunt. "Massage there," instructed Blanche,
which Alice did while Blanche heaved like a monstrous
whale under the influence. Blanche's cunt felt so hot and
was so sticky, that soon Alice was applying her tongue to it
and licking it. She took Blanche's clitoris in her teeth and
nibbled at it. It was as big as her small toe.
The following morning, Alice awoke to find that Blanche
was not beside her, but she saw a note which said "Having
a bath in the river." Alice got up and looked out of the
bedroom window which looked on to the river flowing just
outside. There, in the middle of it, and totally unmistakable
was Blanche who was ducking and diving in the cool
running water. Blanche looked up and saw Alice watching
her and waved to Alice to join her. Alice smiled and waved
back. She ran over the thick woollen pile carpet to the back
door, and through that, with barely another thought, right
into the water.
Her first thought, after she'd jumped into the river, was just
how cold it was. She could see little fish and crabs flicking
past her naked young body, as she stood up to her waist in
the water. A little fish glanced through her legs and brushed
teasingly against her inside thigh.
"It's cold!" gasped Alice.
"You need to jump around a bit," Blanche advised.
Alice jumped up and down, but all she could feel were the
sharp pebbles on her bare feet. "I don't feel any warmer."
Blanche waded towards her, curiously graceful for one so
large. Then she immersed herself and swam breaststroke a
few yards, her breasts bobbing above the water like ballast.
When Blanche reached Alice she wrapped her cold wet
body round Alice, and showered her face with kisses.
"You're so sweet!" she exclaimed. She traced her podgy
hands down the contours of Alice's body towards Alice's
buttocks which she squeezed gently. Then she tenderly
spun Alice around on her toes in the water and pushed one
of her round white fingers to Alice's vagina and tenderly
caressed it. Alice suddenly tensed, but as Blanche lavished
more attention on her vagina, she felt it get warmer at the
same time as water seeped into the entrance, giving her a
peculiar feeling, which only added to its sensuousness. She
knew her own moistness was adding to the moistness of the
water, but her passion only rose. She was soon gasping in
ecstasy and holding tight onto Blanche's large round body.
Later, Alice had breakfast with Blanche in her dining room,
and she couldn't help noticing all the framed photographs
around the wall. There were pictures of Blanche with
several women and men, and several more of Blanche by
herself. In one picture Blanche was sitting in a boat with a
girl about the same age as Dinah. In other Blanche was
photographed with a fat man with his penis quite firmly up
her cunt, and the two of them clearly enjoying it. In
another, Blanche was seated nestling with a sheep.
One picture which particularly took Alice's eye was a
picture of Blanche intimately embracing a woman, who,
though not nearly as plump as Blanche, was quite simply
not slim. But she had one feature, which was considerably
more voluptuous than anything that Blanche had, and that
was her breasts. They were simply enormous. They came
down to her waist, were very round and had nipples that
themselves were at least the size of Alice's fists. Blanche
was nestled against her in a pose of adoration, and this
woman supported Blanche with an arm around the
shoulder.
"Who's this?" wondered Alice, pointing at the woman.
"O! Don't you know?" smiled Blanche.
"No," said Alice, looking again at the picture. The very
pretty rounded face with the full lips and round smiling eyes
did seem familiar. "I'm sure I've seen her somewhere
though. I just can't place it."
"You've probably seen her face on dust-jackets," Blanche
remarked. "She's Honore L'Oeuf."
XII
Honore L'Oeuf
It was a great thrill the following day, for that was the
occasion in which Blanche introduced Alice to the famous
Honore L'Oeuf. Blanche had always made a point of
making love to as many authors as she could, particularly
authors of children's books. She'd had sex with Cheval, the
author of a book about eight children in search of an elusive
orgasm. He'd been very shy, she'd said - and his penis had
been actually rather small. She'd also made love
with Christophe Oiseau, the author of the Pooh books, but
she'd not actually enjoyed being pissed on. Honore was a
special conquest, Blanche maintained, and they were still
very friendly, but, it was evident to her that she much
preferred the company of children.
Blanche left Honore and Alice talking in the garden, by a
bench, where Honore sat: her breasts in real life if
anything more fantastic than seen in a photograph. She had
at least an 80 inch bust, and their weight forced them
to hang down and obscure her vagina, which they almost
touched when she sat down.
Honore lifted a breast up in her hands and held it out for
Alice to see clearly. "This is the main reason I live in
Brook", she explained. "I didn't always live here, but when
I lived where clothes were much more the expected thing, I
had enormous problems. I had to wear men's shirts
designed for very fat men, but even then they couldn't hide
my enormous breasts. The nipples would always struggle to
escape. And so often, the buttons would pop and my
breasts would flop out. It was so embarrassing! Here, I
don't have to even try to hide them."
"Have you always had such titanic tits?" asked Alice.
"Not when I was a very young child, of course," Honore
said smiling. "But even when I was your age, it was fairly
obvious that I had monstrous mammaries. At first I thought
they'd just reached full size much earlier than normal - but
they just wouldn't stop growing. They just grew and grew!
It got so that I had to spend days with my blouse fully
open, simply because I couldn't button them up. Or I'd do
the bottom button and the top button, and the breasts
would just hang out between. So, it soon became obvious
that I wasn't an ordinary girl."
"How did you start writing children's books?" wondered
Alice, who wanted to move the subject away from breasts,
although it was such a prominent and obvious subject.
"I've always loved children. And I've always loved making
love to children. I love the feel of a five year old boy's
penis. And I like those of eleven year olds. They're so
smooth. And children's bodies are so beautiful. Your body
is one of the most beautiful."
"Thank you," said Alice, who glanced down at her own
very flat chest, and the long hair which fell to her waist and
brushed over her slender thighs and buttocks. "Why do you
love children so?"
"Perhaps because girls and boys look so much the same.
And I just love the tenderness and innocence of making
love with them. So it seemed natural to write stories about
it. Of course, I invest into them as much of my own
experience as possible. I just love having two or three
children making love to me at once, and they just love to
put my nipples into their mouth, or to rub their little
crotches over them. I also watch children making love
together or masturbating. And I listen to their stories of
their own sexual encounters."
"Do you enjoy writing stories?"
"Of course. I always masturbate when I'm writing, and I
know when my stories are particularly erotic by the amount
of moistness they generate. If they're very erotic, I just have
to break off in the middle of writing them, and push a
banana up my crotch and feel its squelchy disintegration
inside me, or to rub my breasts up and down the wall while
I shove something hard and firm up me. But no
masturbation - and I masturbate several times every day -
can match the delight of sex with children."
Alice felt very uncomfortable at Honore's directness. "Do
you want to make love to me?"
"Of course, dearest," Honore said. "I want you to put the
whole of your mouth over my nipples and bite them with
your petite little teeth. I want to push as much of my stiff
nipple up your vagina as I can and feel your hot little quim
moisten and drip over my breasts. I want to push my
tongue as deep as I can inside you, while you luxuriate in
my breasts. I want to make love with you for hours and
hours."
"Do you make love with all the children you meet?"
"Not all, but as many as I can. I love the variety. I
love disabled children. I like to put amputee's stumps deep
inside me so they feel smooth and wet. I love black, white
and red children. I love girls and boys. But don't think I
only love children."
"Yes, you've also made love with Blanche..."
"Well, and still do. She's such a wonderful literary
groupie. Anyone write a book, and Blanche's fucked them.
Blanche and I make an odd couple. There's so much flesh
between us. We can barely touch each other with our arms
when we lie on top of the other. In fact, making love for me
is always a bit funny. Either my lover has to squeeze
between my tits or they have to fuck from the oddest of
angles."
"I see," said Alice thoughtfully.
"And I can see that what you want to do is hold my nipple
to see if it's real," Honore commented. Her fingers were
slowly circling her nipples. "Have a feel."
Alice leaned forward and took the nipple gingerly between
her thumb and forefinger. There was three or four inches of
hard nipple between her fingers. Honore put her hands
behind Alice's head and eased her face right on to the
breast. It wasn't long until her nipple was inside Alice's
mouth. She'd never had anything as large or firm in her
mouth as this before. She could feel the small pimples at the
base of her nipple, and she loved running her tongue round
the indentation at the tip.
"Don't worry. I won't leak any milk," laughed Honore.
Honore was simply the best lover Alice had yet had, and
she came to orgasm again and again and again under
Honore's subtle and stimulating caresses. Her experience
with so many children showed, because she knew which
parts of a child's body have most erogenous significance,
unlike so many others Alice had made love to, who didn't
appreciate the differences let alone identify them. Blanche
wandered into the garden from time to time to watch
the two at play, but except for a little peck on Alice's face
and a blown kiss at Honore she respected their privacy.
She mostly busied herself in the book shop.
Eventually the two girls were exhausted. Alice found it
curious however that someone as good as lovemaking as
Honore was nonetheless rather clumsy at other more
ordinary activities, like standing up or leaning over. But this
was the fault of her monstrous bust, which always seemed
to be in the way of her hands and to pull her off-balance.
Still, despite the occasional heavy crash when Honore fell
over, Alice's abiding thoughts were of her grace and
facility. And of course, she felt honoured to have made love
with such a famous author, even if she were only one of so
many so honoured.
XIII
Leon and Une
Blanche recommended to Alice that she go to the fuck
show that her brother, Roi, was watching. Alice followed
the directions that Blanche gave and soon found Roi seated
on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum book
while watching the activities of people fucking each other.
He was a rather fat man, a feature he shared with Blanche,
and he also had her very fair hair and ivory white skin.
"I love to see them all going!" Roi cried in a tone of
delight, on seeing Alice. "It's such fun!"
At this moment, someone whom Alice had met before
arrived - it was in fact Mouse's friend, Harold; he had been
running and was far too much out of breath to say a word
and could only wave his hands about. He opened a bag that
hung round his neck and handed some cellophane-wrapped
sandwiches to Roi, who devoured them greedily.
Harold was much the same as Alice last saw him, except
that he was wearing a hood over his head, which with the
bag strapped round his shoulder was all that he wore.
"More sandwiches!" said Roi.
"There's nothing left," Harold said, peeping into the
bag. "However, I have it on good information that Leon
and Une are going to be at it again."
"Leon and Une?" wondered Alice.
"Yes," said Roi: "and you'll never have seen a pair to
compare with them I'm sure. Let's run and see them." And
they trotted off.
"What are they at?" Alice asked as well as she could, for
the run was putting her quite out of breath.
"Fucking, of course!" said Roi. "Whatever else!"
Alice had no more breath for talking; so they trotted in
silence, till they came into sight of a great crowd, in the
middle of which two people were indeed fucking. From
where she was she wasn't sure what was so special about
this fuck show. Leon must have been the man, and he was a
very hairy man with a beard as well as a thick mane of
shoulder-length hair. He was a large man with a very
powerful frame. Une had beautiful white skin just like
Blanche and Roi's, and long, totally white, hair which
came right down to her buttocks and probably beyond. She
had one of the most beautiful faces Alice had ever seen, but
it was impossible to be sure of her age: she wasn't a young
girl, that was sure, but she certainly didn't seem too old.
From what Alice could see her body was perfect in every
way - delicate in the limbs, with wide hips and perky
apple-shaped breasts.
Alice, Harold and Roi placed themselves close to where
Howard was standing watching the fuck with a can of beer
in one hand and a shish kebab in the other.
"He's only just out of prison," Harold whispered to Alice:
"he'd been found committing an act of gross indecency in
public. That's why we're here, where there aren't any silly
laws on things like that. How are you, dear child?" he went
on, putting his arm affectionately round Howard's neck.
Howard looked round and nodded, and went on with his
shish kebab.
"How are they getting on with the fuck?" asked Roi.
Howard made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large
chunk of kebab. "They're getting on very well," he said in a
choking voice: "each of them has come about eighty-seven
times."
"Then I suppose they'll soon want to rest?" Alice ventured
to remark.
There was a pause in the fucking just then, and Leo and
Une sat down, panting, while Roi called out "Ten Minutes
for a rest!" Alice could now see why Leon and Une's
fucking had been such an event, for Leon had quite the
largest penis that Alice had ever seen. It must have been
over six inches long in its current shrivelled state and when
erect must have been over eighteen inches long. His
testicles were also of the same dimensions, the whole
weight of his groin embroidered by dark tawny pubic hair
and the hair of his upper thighs. Une must also have been a
bit of a freak to contain such an enormous prick, and
indeed, Alice could see that Une's vagina was unusually
large and appropriately sized for her wide pear-shaped
figure. There was just about enough space, Alice reckoned,
for Leon's erect penis to get in, if it was as deep as it was
wide.
"I don't think they'll fuck any more today," Roi said to
Howard. For a minute or two Alice stood silent watching
Leon and Une's unusually large organs. It would be nice to
see what Leon's prick would look like erect, she thought.
At this moment Une sauntered by them. She smiled at
them. "That was a wonderful fuck," she said in a satisfied
way, her face expressing joy. "Leon's the only man who can
fill me the way I like to be filled."
Leon walked up and put an arm around Une's waist. "And
Une's the only woman whom I can truly fuck," he said
complimenting her. "When I get big, most women just cry
in pain. And I hate hurting women."
"Don't they enjoy it?" asked Alice.
"Oh they like it well enough at the time," Leon commented,
"but it's not nice when they bleed and their cunts are in pain
for so long. Usually, women can only suck me."
"It must be enormous when it's erect!" commented Alice.
"Didn't you see it just now!" exclaimed Une.
"Of course not," laughed Leon. "It was deep inside you at
the time."
Une knelt down and took Leon's penis in her mouth. She
ran her tongue up and down the length of it, and, still being
in a generally excited state, it began to swell. And indeed as
Une caressed it with her tongue and teased it with her
fingers, it grew larger and larger and ever larger. It was
enormous - longer than Alice's forearm with a massive
glans which shone magnificently in the sun. Une licked it
with her tongue and it glistened the more.
"Shall I put it inside Une again?" Leon asked Alice.
"Say yes," pleaded Une. Alice could only consent, and was
amazed as she saw it slide easily into Une's capacious
vagina and, yes, she couldn't believe it as inch by inch by
throbbing swelling inch Une's white fringed cunt swallowed
the entire eighteen inches of Leon's prick. Une certainly
didn't seem to be finding it at all painful, but got
progressively excited as it slid in and out. "Oh god! Oh
god!" she cried while Leon hammered away at her with the
precise rhythm of a drum machine.
Alice left Leon, Une and Roi at the fuck show and
wandered along to the nearby wood. It was very quiet, and
even on a very sunny day like today it was dark and chilly
in the shadow of the trees. As she walked, she wondered
about Kedi and Blanche and when the three of them would
meet up together.
At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by the
sudden appearance of a naked black man who came running
down upon her, brandishing nothing but a great erect
slightly crimson penis. It was certainly large, but almost as
nothing compared to Leon's. "I've got you!" the man cried
stumbling on top of her.
Startled as she was, Alice was initially more frightened
about where they should land as they tumbled to the
ground. She fell back onto the grass path, with prickles in
her back and a soft squelch as her bottom landed on some
nearly dried horse pat. The black man put one hand on
Alice's mouth to stop her crying out, and with the other he
forced open her legs so as to force in his erect member. As
he was fumbling to violate Alice's small entrance, Alice
heard another voice breaking in "Ahoy! Ahoy!" and Alice
looked round in some surprise for what she
resignedly supposed was another rapist.
This time it was a middle-aged white man, who certainly
didn't look like a dangerous rapist. He ran up to Alice's side
and pulled the black man off her and pushed him to one
side. The black man didn't put up anything of a fight, and
simply ran off with his penis still erect and wobbling from
side to side as he ran away. Alice was relieved to see that
the white man's penis was quite flaccid, and was perhaps a
little smaller than the average size anyway.
"I saved you, didn't I?" announced the gentleman panting.
"My name's Cheval. I saw you were in trouble and I just did
what was necessary."
"Thank you! Thank you!" said a grateful Alice as she
brushed off the horse mess from her buttocks with a large
leaf. She wasn't pleased to see that there was still a brown
mark where it had been.
"I'll have to take you to a little brook to wash that off,"
said Cheval. "I'll see you safe to the end of the wood - and
then I must go home, you know. I've got work to do."
"What work's that?" asked Alice as the two walked
together under the shadows of the trees.
"Oh," said Cheval picking up a camera he'd left under a
tree, and now wearing only a camera slung round his neck
and some curious looking sandals. "I'm a photographer and
an author."
"Really," said Alice quizzically. "Author? Are you the
writer of The Hunting of the Orgasm?"
"Oh, you've read my children's books," smiled Cheval.
"Yes, that's the one about the elusive orgasm. And you
know the joke is that children that age don't have proper
orgasms anyway." He chuckled conspiratorially. "Yes, I
write lots of books. They're not all children's books and
they're not all fiction. Some are books on photography and
systems programming. I'm an expert in Artificial
Intelligence amongst other things you know."
"What other children's books have you written?" Alice
wondered, not really much interested in computers.
"Oh, there's the Fuckland books I wrote," Cheval
continued. "They're about a little girl, like you, that gets
fucked by all sorts of funny characters. You know, she gets
fucked by a rabbit, a horse and all sorts of things. And it's
all got clever themes running through it, like a computer
program that I'd written."
"Oh yes," Alice commented who didn't like the idea of
making love to funny characters like that at all. "What other
books?"
"Well, there's my book The Water Fuckers, which is
about a little boy who meets a little girl and makes love to
her. But her parents find out, and they don't like it so they
chase him away. But he meets this girl again in a magical
land under the sea and they do whatever they would like to
do with each other there. And they also make love with
various schoolteachers and so on. Then there's the Peter
Panhandle book which is partly about a little
girl's masturbatory fantasies which she indulges with her
brothers, but it allows me to have all sorts of sexy things
happening to her, including sex with animals, other little
girls and boys, and with a disabled pirate. But most of my
books are about photography."
"What are your photographs of?" Alice wondered.
"Well, I mostly take pictures of little girls. Sometimes
of little boys, but only if they look appropriately feminine.
Mostly the girls just pose, but sometimes I get permission
from their parents for fuck shots. They're the most difficult
to do, because many children don't like sex at all, and
they're not very good at posing sometimes. And the best
pictures are often those which happen most unexpectedly."
"Is that the camera you use for taking photographs?"
"This?" commented Cheval holding up the camera round
his neck. "Well, sometimes. I usually carry this about for
those unexpected photographs. Most of my photographs
are taken in the studio, with special lights and so on. But
..." he glanced up at the sky, "... if we get to a clearing in
this wood, it's just bright enough I think for me to take
some pictures of you if you like."
"Are you sure?" Wondered Alice, who after the attempted
rape and the attachment of horse excrement to her rear,
really didn't feel very much like having photographs taken
of her.
"Of course," said Cheval. "I'm sure the light's perfect."
Eventually, the two of them found a clearing in the wood,
just off the main path, where there was a largish rock on
which Alice could sit. Cheval stood apart from her and
started clicking furiously with his camera. He gave her
directions to take different poses, including bending over so
that her anus could be seen, and parting her vagina with her
fingers so that its entrance was fully visible. He took
photographs both from a distance and close up, and Alice
was a little alarmed to see his little penis was beginning to
get quite stiff.
Cheval noticed Alice's alarm, but smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, it's the idea of it that excites me. I won't
harm you." Alice was still less than comforted, and was
happiest when the two of them had left the clearing and
after walking along a bit, Cheval's penis had shrivelled to its
normal size.
At last they came to a road at which the path they'd been
walking along emerged. Cheval smiled at her. "I've got to
go back," he explained. "You've only a few yards to go to
the brook. Just down the hill and then you'll be able to clean
yourself up."
Alice nodded, but wasn't too sad to see Cheval go, waving
back at her as he went. "I won't walk in the woods by
myself again," she mused, as she walked on to the brook
which was indeed where Cheval had said. She placed her
bottom in the cold clear water and wiped the now rather
dusty muck off, and while she was about it, cleaned around
her vagina and anus in case there was any of the smell or
detritus of the black man's personal invasion left.
"I must get home to Blanche," Alice reminded herself. "I'm
sure she said Kedi would be visiting today."
XIV
Alice's Birthday Party
It was Alice's birthday. "A teenager at last!" said
Alice. "Well, this is grand! I should be a Teenager so soon."
Kedi and Blanche were organising her birthday party, and
she wasn't at all surprised to see the two of them lying next
to her, one on each side.
"Yes, it's a great responsibility, child," said
Blanche indulgently stroking Alice's naked body. "You're so
nearly a grown up you know."
"I'm so looking forward to my birthday party!" Alice
continued. "I wonder who'll be there."
"Plenty of people dearest," assured Kedi, entwining her
legs around Alice's own. "Mostly people from Brook, of
course. There'll be Honore who's writing a new book ..."
"A new book...?" wondered Alice.
"Yes, it's about a magical country that two brothers and
two sisters visit," enthused Blanche. "And in this country
they meet a transsexual who's very sad because the country
has had a change of government where all sex is illegal and
anyone found having sex is turned to stone. And they help
to overthrow the evil government and the wicked queen
who is the only person allowed to have sex in the whole
country."
"It sounds like a very political book for children to
read," sniffed Kedi.
"Honore tells me it's religious allegory," commented
Blanche. "Anyway, there'll also be my brother, Howard and
Henry, Mouse and so many others. We'll have a lovely
time. Ooh! I can almost feel Leon's prick in my body now.
It makes me feel so excited just thinking about it!"
Kedi leaned over Alice's body which was supported on her
elbows and stroked Blanche's fat white thighs. Alice felt a
sudden pang of lust as she compared Kedi's so black hand
to Blanche's marble white skin. Kedi moved her hand up
Blanche's thigh and felt her crotch. "You are hot!" she
exclaimed.
"And I'll be even hotter this evening," Blanche said. "It'll
be such fun, won't it."
"It will be," agreed Kedi leaning even more over Alice's
body so that she could feel her breasts on her little round
knees. She took one of Blanche's large round breasts in her
other hand and idly traced around it. "It will be." She
glanced at Alice. "Be a darling, and stroke my pussy will
you!" Alice nodded and with a little shyness she put one of
her hands round to the cleavage of Kedi's buttocks and
underneath to take Kedi's furry black and slightly moist
vagina. And in no time at all the three girls were making
love together - a writhing mass of bodies - of which
in weight and mass Blanche probably contributed more than
half. Alice felt dwarfed by her mass, but it her feelings of
passion were no less strong as she took Blanche's nipple
into her mouth while Kedi's tongue delved as deeply into
her tiny bare vagina as it could.
"Oh! Oh! Oohh!" she gasped. "How can my birthday party
possibly be more fun than this!"
Kedi looked up from between Alice's legs which were just
above Blanche's own fair-haired cunt. "I'm sure it can be."
There certainly were very many guests at Alice's party,
gathered together in the large village hall that Kedi and
Blanche had hired for the occasion. This hall was often
used as a girl guides' centre, and there were many pictures
around the wall of Brook's girl guides, all naked except for
the little scarves and toggles around the neck. They were
shown getting up to the sort of games that girl guides do,
like hockey, rowing, sailing, camping, fishing and so on.
However, none of the guests were girl guides, and to be
honest Alice hardly knew any of them. She saw Leon
chatting to a small woman whose slightly frog-faced
features seemed ideally suited to taking his outsize member
and take it deep inside her throat. She saw Cheval chatting
to two young girls and showing them photographs which
perhaps he'd taken of them. She saw Roi fondling a girl
who could hardly be older than Alice, but who seemed to
enjoy the caresses of his fat body.
The food was soon served. It was a mixture of the party
food that Alice was accustomed to, like crisps, sausages on
sticks and ice cream, and the sort of food that grown ups
must like, for instance legs of mutton and an enormous rich
cake. There was also plenty of drink, which sparkled in a
lovely way as she imbibed it, along with a cocktail of other
sweet tasting things. Alice really wasn't very used to so
much drink or the curious powders that she was
encouraged to sniff, and soon she felt more than a little
tipsy. In fact she almost felt as if she were rising into the
air.
"Take care of yourself," advised Blanche seeing how
inebriated Alice was becoming, stroking her hair with both
her hands. "Something's bound to happen!"
And then (as Alice afterwards described it) all sorts of
things happened in a moment. Some of the guests' penises
started growing with lust, so that it seemed like she was in
a forest of erect male members. As for the women, many of
them started falling on top of each other and on top of the
men. "This is so strange," Alice thought to herself, as she
was engulfed into a mass of heaving bodies as the orgy
began, as well as she could in the dreadful confusion that
was beginning. At this moment she heard a hoarse gasp at
her side, and turned to see what was the matter with
Blanche, but instead of Blanche, there was Honore who had
two men fucking her from behind while she was supporting
herself on a chair. "Here I am!" Cried a voice from behind,
and Alice turned again just in time to see Blanche's broad
good-natured face grinning at her for a moment
through several other bodies, before she disappeared into
its mass.
Alice didn't know who or what was being done to her body
as she seemed to swim through a current of people whose
tongues, penises, artificial sex aids and prying fingers were
all straining to reach her bare little crotch. Eventually she
found Kedi, and she didn't know how, somehow the two of
them separated themselves from the greater body of the
party and out into the moonlit grass outside the village hall.
Just by a discarded bottle lying in the grass, the two lovers
celebrated with all the passion that Alice had in the love she
felt.
"Oh Kedi! Kedi!" gasped Alice, grasping Kedi's black body
close to her. "If there's a paradise, or a place of wonder,
then it can't match being with you. I love you. I love you so
much!"
Kedi turned over to face Alice directly and showered her
face with affectionate kisses, grinning so widely that Alice
was sure that her face would split in two. "You're so
young, Alice. You have many more years ahead of you."
"And I want to spend all of them with you!" said Alice
firmly and resolutely.
XV
Alice At Home
Although Alice enjoyed her time at Brook, she was
nonetheless pleased to return home to Dinah with Kedi and
Blanche. The four girls gathered together while Alice
regaled them with an account of her adventures there. Kedi
cuddled up close to Alice, and to Alice there was no
paradise greater than being held by her black lover. Kedi
leaned against her purring as Alice stroked her hair and
beautiful ebony skin. It was impossible for Alice to be
sure what Kedi was thinking, but she was sure she had no
reason to suspect that she was no less pleased to be with
her.
Blanche and Dinah were cuddling each other, Dinah almost
engulfed in Blanche's voluminous white flesh, but Dinah
stroked and licked her plump lover, seemingly at least as
content as Alice felt.
Alice spoke about Honore L'Oeuf and her sexual encounter
with her. "You'd love to meet her," Alice said. "She is such
a wonderful lover."
"Doesn't she mostly prefer to make love with children?"
asked Dinah looking half at Alice and half at Blanche.
Blanche trailed a plump white finger along the perimeter
of Dinah's vulva, and gently squeezed her clitoris. She made
no comment but leaned over to kiss Dinah on the chin in
an affectionate way. Alice rolled around with Kedi,
settling comfortably down, with one elbow on Kedi's upper
thigh and her chin in her hand.
"And I met such strange people!" Alice continued. "And
none of them wore any clothes. And I read such strange
books at Blanche's bookshop. Not all of them were very
nice though ..."
"Really?" wondered Dinah frowning at Blanche.
"One was about these two older men who seduced all these
little girls and boys on the beach and did oh! so many
horrible and perverse things with them! It was so
disgusting!"
Alice lay back and rested between Kedi's legs, who looked
at her with such love. "Oh! Kedi!" she said. "Will we
always be together like this? Will we always be making love
together with Blanche and Dinah?"
Kedi smiled at Alice, with her broad grin, and then gently
but sadly shook her head. "Nothing is certain," she said.
"But we can dream - and our fantasies might last longer
than our disappointments!"
This wasn't the answer that Alice was hoping for, so she
frowned crossly. But in a sense she didn't care. The present
was paradise enough. What do you think?
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