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Authors name: Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alice's Story

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ALICE'S STORY (Ff, ff, ffm, ped, 1st)
by Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)

***

I'm an eighteen-year-old girl, who's been sexually 
active most of my life. I've had many lovers, both 
male and female, adult and child; and I'd like to 
tell you about how I first encountered sex.

When I was four, I had a very beautiful pre-school 
teacher called Miss Lancaster. At four, you don't 
see beauty quite like an adult does: if you love 
someone, they're beautiful. Still, I knew even 
then that Miss Lancaster was very beautiful, even 
if she was quite old (perhaps twenty-two). She had 
long, glossy black hair, liquid dark eyes, and 
what seemed at the time enormous tits. Actually, 
looking back with adult eyes (and having met her 
again more recently) I realise that they were only 
slightly above average size; but they seemed very 
special, then.

At a pre-school, they try to give some rudimentary 
teaching; but other skills are perhaps more 
essential, such as offering a lap for an upset 
child to sit on and be cuddled. Miss Lancaster did 
that for any child, boy or girl; but there were a 
few of us, all girls, who occasionally got special 
cuddles, when no other adult was around. She'd sit 
me on her lap, when it was my turn, with my back 
against her belly and my head between her 
wonderful boobs, and start to caress me all over. 
At first, it would just be a light tickling; then 
she'd start playing with my nipples (through the 
material, if I was wearing a dress, or pushing up 
under my top), and pushing the other hand up under 
my skirt, stroking my thighs, eventually running 
her fingers lightly on the crotch of my panties.

Of course, I didn't actually understand what it 
was that I was feeling; I just knew I liked the 
delicious, wriggly-giggly warmth centred on my 
crotch. When I got a little older, I remember 
thinking back and wondering what exactly Miss 
Lancaster got out of it; but I realise, now, that 
she would have a cute little girl's bum pressed 
into her lap, squirming around like crazy. I 
suspect that Miss Lancaster regularly came with 
me in her lap.

Only a few of the girls got this treatment, 
although, as far as I know, everyone kept the 
secret, having the vague idea that this was 
something nicely naughty, rather than bad, and you 
didn't tell grown-ups about it. Miss Lancaster was 
a grown-up, of course, but she was different.

My best friend Tabitha was another of the favoured 
kids. She was definitely the prettiest girl in the 
class, with gold-blonde hair, big blue eyes and a 
peaches-and-cream complexion. I've got auburn hair 
and freckles, and I'm usually described as cute 
rather than beautiful; so I think having Tabitha 
as my best friend made me feel special.

We played together a lot, usually at her house, in 
the garden when it was fine, in her bedroom 
otherwise. Of course, small kids tend to play out 
what important adults do; and Miss Lancaster was 
very important to both of us. So Tabitha and I 
would take turns to be her, and the other one 
would sit on "Miss Lancaster's" lap and get felt 
up. The difference was that, whereas she was 
presumably aware of what she was doing and the 
need not to go too far, we had no restraint at 
all; and it wasn't long before we were getting 
right inside each other's panties, exploring each 
other's puffy baby slits. 

Maybe we were reacting unconsciously, too, to the 
sexiness we didn't understand, when we began 
playing "show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine" 
together, pulling our shorts and panties down and 
our tops up, both shrieking with laughter. 
Eventually, we put two and two together, and 
started playing at Miss Lancaster in the nude.

So, although Miss Lancaster pointed the way, 
Tabitha was really my first lover. We never got 
caught; but, if anyone had walked in on us, they'd 
have found two four-year-old girls, both stark 
naked, both flushed with arousal, grinding bums 
and pussies together, one girl's fingers rubbing 
the other's cunt, giggling and squirming in 
ecstasy.

I never actually came in any of those sessions 
with my beautiful little girlfriend, although we 
later went much further together. Miss Lancaster 
was gone from my life; by the time I experienced 
my first orgasm. 

When I was five, I went to a proper school, and I 
didn't see Miss Lancaster any more. I missed her; 
but I still had Tabitha to play with, and I 
adjusted. I sometimes wonder, though, looking 
back, whether I was going around with a big sign 
on me saying, "looking for sex". At any rate, to 
those who could see it.

I was a little short of my sixth birthday, when I 
had my next big experience. We'd gone to a family 
wedding - some cousin or other was getting 
married. It was quite a small affair, with the 
reception in their house (though the house was 
pretty big), and there weren't many children 
there. The afternoon was dragging on towards the 
evening, and I was getting really bored. 

Next thing I knew, a voice way up above me was 
saying, "You don't look like you're having a good 
time." I looked up. A beautiful woman was standing 
over me. At least, I thought of her then as a 
woman: she was actually about sixteen. But that's 
a lot older than five. "Haven't you got anyone to 
play with?" she asked. Feeling a bit unsure of 
this situation, I just shook my head. "Would you 
like to play with me?" she asked.

I thought about that, then decided it would be 
better than being bored. She was very pretty, with 
a fresh cheerful face, sparkling blue eyes and 
blonde hair. Her tits were a lot smaller than Miss 
Lancaster's (which I thought was a shame) but I 
could see their shape very clearly through her 
little crop-top, and even at that age I realised 
that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples seemed 
to be sticking right out through the material. And 
she had very tight trousers on, that were just 
about level with my face, so I couldn't miss the 
fact that her crotch was clearly outlined. At the 
time, I thought I was looking very subtly, but I 
realise now that she was very well aware of the 
way I was looking.

Her name was Andrea, and she was the younger 
sister of the cousin who was getting married, so 
this was her home. We played for a while in the 
garden, and she actually did seem to be having a 
good time, not just being a grown-up being nice to 
a child. I loved it. Not only was it fun, but by 
now (after Miss Lancaster and Tabitha) I was 
beginning to get an eye for female beauty, and it 
mattered to me that such a stunner was showing an 
interest in me.

After a while, we were both tired. Andrea sat 
down, and I climbed onto her lap. We were chatting 
away nineteen to the dozen, and I didn't really 
think about what I was doing; but I vaguely 
realised, after a while, that I was squirming in 
her lap the way I would have done with Miss 
Lancaster, and that, perhaps because the layer of 
clothes was thinner, I was feeling just as hot and 
wriggly as when Miss Lancaster touched my panties. 
I think I must have moaned slightly. 

At any rate, Andrea suddenly sat very still and 
put her arms around me, stopping me from moving. 
I glanced up, worried that she was cross with me, 
but I relaxed when I saw that her face was 
flushed. I knew enough to realise that meant she 
liked having me in her lap.

"Tell you what, sweetheart," she said after a 
moment, "I've got some games up in my room. Want 
to come up and play?"

I nodded, feeling my heart lurch. We were going to 
be in private. Maybe I could teach her the game I 
played with Tabitha. Somehow, I was sure she'd 
like it.

I noticed that, when we got into the bedroom, 
Andrea shut and locked the door. 

For a moment, I felt a bit scared by that; but 
then I realised that she'd left the key in the 
lock, so she couldn't have been locking me in. So 
I relaxed, and watched as Andrea got some battered 
old board games out. Most of them were really a 
bit too old for me; and, after a few minutes, it 
all ground to a halt.

We sat for a while in silence, and I could see 
Andrea keep looking at me, about to say something, 
then changing her mind. At last, looking very 
nervous, she blurted out, "You're very pretty, 
Alice."

"Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say. "So 
are you." I wasn't quite sure whether I should say 
anything else, but I found myself asking, "Why 
aren't you wearing any undies?"

Andrea turned very red, but she didn't seem cross. 
"You noticed, did you? I saw you checking out my 
tits and my pussy."

"Have you got a cat?" I asked, confused. She 
giggled. "No, silly, your pussy's... well, it's... 
well, this." She put her hand on hers. "Oh," I 
said, suddenly understanding, "you mean the bit 
that feels good when someone touches it."

She looked at me in obvious surprise. "Do you 
mean, someone else touches it? Or yourself?"

"I like it when my friend Tabitha rubs it," I told 
her, half-whispering. "But you mustn't tell 
anyone. It's a secret."

She was silent again for a moment. "Do you know 
what a Lesbian is?" she asked at last. I thought 
about it. "Kind of sweet?" I asked tentatively.

She giggled again, still a bit red. "It's a girl 
who likes playing with other girls' pussies. Like 
me."

"Oh." That was better. "I'm a Lesbian," I said. "I 
like playing with Tabitha's... er, pussy."

"Would you like to play with mine?" Andrea asked. 
I nodded eagerly: this was turning out better than 
I'd expected.

She explained that we had to take our clothes off, 
which was fine. Since Tabitha and I had started to 
do it, I found that I liked being naked with 
someone else, it gave me the hot, wriggly feeling. 
Andrea was the first grown-up I'd ever seen with 
nothing on, and I thought her body was the most 
beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She had her quim 
shaved, which of course seemed normal to me, as I 
was used to little girls' ones.

She got me to sit next to her on the bed, then put 
her arm around me and kissed me passionately. I'd 
kissed Tabitha once or twice; but this was very 
scary and very exciting, with her lips pressing my 
mouth wide open, and her tongue sneaking into 
mine. Then she guided my hand down to her crotch, 
and I began tentatively rubbing. Her hand kept 
going back, guiding my fingers; but I must have 
got it right at last, because she left me to it, 
put her head right back and began writhing and 
moaning.

I couldn't believe what was happening to Andrea. 
Tabitha's pussy sometimes got a bit wet, when I 
played with it, and I think mine did too; but that 
was nothing to the sticky wet juices pouring out 
of Andrea's slit, like when you squeeze a really 
juicy orange. And there was a little knob, right 
at the top of her slit that had got hard and 
enormous. She seemed to specially like it when I 
played with that. When I looked up, I could see 
her nipples sticking right out, hard and long, and 
her whole body was flushed and sweating.

At last, Andrea began to thrash about, moaning and 
even yelling, and I felt her pussy opening and 
shutting, drenching my fingers in juices. Then she 
subsided, trembling and gasping. After a moment, 
she took me in her arms and kissed me hard again. 
"Oh, baby," she sighed, "that was so good."

"I'm not a baby," I said, "I'm nearly six." I was 
only protesting half-heartedly: it somehow sounded 
a good thing to be.

"Oh, I know you're not," she murmured. "That just 
means we're lovers. You're my girlfriend."

"Really?" I sat up. "Do you really mean that? 
Andrea," I added, without waiting for her to 
answer, "What happened to you, just then?"

"It's called coming," she said, "or having an 
orgasm? Haven't you ever had one?" I shook my 
head. "Would you like me to give you one?"

"I'd like that," I said, finding my mouth 
surprisingly dry. Andrea smiled and began to 
stroke my inner thigh; then she stopped. "I know," 
she said, "lie down and open your legs wide." I 
did as she said, wondering what was going on. 
"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to lick your pussy," she told me. I 
sat up, shocked. "Yuck," I exclaimed. She gave a 
throaty, dirty giggle. "Don't say yuck till you 
know what it feels like," she said. "Now, lie 
down, and I promise you won't regret it."
I did as she told me, feeling very dubious; and 
she lay between my legs. Her tongue touched my 
slit; and that was my last clear memory, as I went 
into a blur of ecstasy. Hot and wriggly certainly 
didn't describe how my body felt as my lover's 
tongue probed between the plump folds of my slit, 
found the tiny little knob I'd never even noticed 
before, wormed its way right into my tight little 
hole. 

I felt that my whole body was on fire, and that 
my tummy and my crotch were about to burst. Then 
everything went crazy, and I felt like I was 
flying and underwater and on fire and asleep and 
wide-awake all at the same time. Then I blacked 
out.

I woke up again to find myself being held tightly 
in Andrea's arms, and she was covering my face and 
neck with very wet kisses. It felt great, and I 
was so comfortable and relaxed and sleepy, I just 
nestled down and drowsed again in her arms.

After a while, though, Andrea kissed me again, and 
said, "It's getting late. "We'd better get dressed 
and go downstairs, before your Mum and Dad come 
looking for you." I nodded, reluctant to move, but 
accepting she was right. As with Miss Lancaster 
and Tabitha, I had no problem accepting that this 
had to be a secret, without it even occurring to 
me that there might be anything wrong with it. 

There were some things you didn't tell grown-ups, 
unless they were special grown-ups, like Miss 
Lancaster or Andrea.

Still, I regretted that we couldn't play a bit 
more. "I wish we could do that again," I said 
wistfully. Andrea grinned. "Well," she said, 
"we're cousins, aren't we. I think I've just got 
very family-minded." I must have looked puzzled, 
because she added, "I'll make sure we see a lot of 
one another, sweetheart. We're lovers, after all. 
There's so much I can show you."

And I did see a lot of Andrea, and I learnt most 
of what I know about pleasuring a woman in her 
arms. Eventually, she started dating an older 
woman, and moved in with her. That hurt me a bit, 
but not too much. After all, I had plenty of 
lovers myself, by that time. We still see each 
other, and still make love occasionally. But, in 
spite of telling her I must be a Lesbian, I soon 
found that I was actually bisexual. Discovering 
that was fun. 

After I became Andrea's lover, things got really 
fun. I told Tabitha all about it, of course, and 
we tried out the things I'd learnt. We got quite 
good at licking each other's pussies. I soon 
discovered that different pussies tasted very 
different. Tabitha's was fresh and sweet, whereas 
Andrea's (which I tasted next time I saw her) had 
a stronger taste. It could have been unpleasant, 
if it had been any stronger, but it was just 
enough to be exciting.

It was Tabitha and I, though, that came up with 
what we thought was a brilliant and original idea: 
to lie opposite ways and lick each other's pussies 
at the same time. Of course, I realise now that, 
whereas it was easy enough for us, the difference 
in sizes between a six-year-old and a grown-up 
made a sixty-nine impossible.

Andrea didn't seem to mind that I had another 
girlfriend. In fact, when she came to visit (which 
she did quite often, now) Tabitha sometimes came 
over, and the three of us rubbed and licked each 
other. Tabitha loved Andrea's tits, and used to 
suck happily on them for ages.

Sometimes, Andrea introduced something new. I 
remember one time, when we were alone together 
(Tabitha couldn't come over, and Andrea had 
"reluctantly" agreed to baby-sit the little brat 
while everyone else went out) she got out a huge 
strap-on dildo and put in on me. 

I didn't know what it was, of course, but she told 
me it was a bit like a boy's willy, and I had to 
put it in her pussy. It was fun, especially 
because there was a little clit-tickler at my end, 
and I lay on top of her, between her wide-open 
thighs, and pushed the plastic thing in and out of 
her pussy. She came very noisily (it was lucky 
everyone was out) shouting, "Yes, yes, fuck me, 
baby, fuck your slut." I could hear a tremendous 
squelching, as she came. Combined with the clit-
tickling, it was so exciting that I came too.

When we'd got our breath back and started talking, 
I asked curiously, "What do you mean, that it's 
like a boy's willy? They're small and soft, and 
boys do weewees through them."

Andrea giggled. "Not when they're horny. Then 
their willies get stiff, and they want to stick 
them into girls' pussies, they way you did with 
that."
"So do you let boys do that to you?"

Her face became serious again. "Only once." She 
hesitated a moment, then drew a deep breath. "When 
I was eleven, this teacher took me into a cupboard 
and pulled my panties down, then he stuck it up 
me. It hurt like hell, and his breath stank when 
he tried to kiss me, and I was so scared. I 
wouldn't let him do it again, and I've never done 
it with any other men."

"So is it bad to do it with boys?" I asked, 
feeling a bit disappointed. It sounded fun to me.

Andrea hesitated, clearly tempted to say it was. 
But (and I appreciate this more the older I get) 
she was never anything but completely honest with 
me. "Well," she said slowly, "a lot of girls think 
it's great. It's just that, every time I think 
about it, I remember that cupboard, and it makes 
me feel sick. It's different when it's a pretty 
girl doing it." She giggled. "Like you."

Of course, I told Tabitha all about my new 
discoveries, and we discussed it all in detail. If 
anything, she was even more intrigued than I was, 
and we both agreed we just to find a boy and get 
him horny, to see his willy get stiff. We knew all 
about girls getting horny, but it was news to us 
that boys could do it too, and we just had to see 
it.

It was one thing to want to see it, though, and 
quite another to find a boy to look at. Neither of 
us had brothers, which would have been perfect; 
and, even at five or six (I'd just had my sixth 
birthday, and Tabitha, who was a couple of months 
younger, was still only a little girl of five) we 
understood that we couldn't just walk up to any 
boy and ask to see his willy.

It was a couple of weeks before the opportunity 
presented itself. I was over playing at Tabitha's, 
and a friend of her mother's dropped in, with her 
seven-year-old son, Shane. I think it was only 
meant to be a flying visit, but they got caught up 
in some grown-up stuff, so Tabitha's mum asked us 
if Shane could play with us. She seemed quite 
surprised, when we agreed without any argument.

We'd had a quick emergency conference, and decided 
that Shane was quite cute, and would be perfect. 
He didn't seem overjoyed to have to play with two 
younger girls, but was obviously willing to make 
the best of it. "What do you want to do?" he 
asked, when Tabitha had shut her bedroom door 
behind us. We glanced at each other and giggled. 
"But I'm not playing with dolls," he stipulated 
quickly.

We giggled again. "We don't want to play with 
dolls," I said. 

"Have you ever seen a girl's pussy?"

He looked totally confused. "Have you got a cat, 
then?"

"No, silly," I said, feeling incredibly superior. 
"I mean the hole between a girl's legs." I ex-
changed another glance with Tabitha, and giggled.
"Where you've got your willy."

Shane turned very red. "No," he managed to croak. 
"Why?"

"You can see ours," I said, "if we can see your 
willy."

He turned even redder, and wouldn't meet our eyes. 
"Why do you want to see my willy?" he asked.

We started spluttering with laughter. "Same reason 
you want to see our pussies," said Tabitha. 

Looking back, I'm impressed with her perception.

"Um..." he said, still looking down. "OK. You 
first."

I looked at him severely. "You're not going to 
chicken out, are you?"

"No, no, of course not," he said in a hurry. I 
glanced at Tabitha, and we both nodded. She was 
wearing jeans, and I was wearing dungarees with 
flowers embroidered on them. Andrea always said I 
looked sweet enough to eat in them (though she 
could never wait for me to take them off) so I 
wore them as much as possible. We both took them 
off, and stood in our tee-shirts, panties and 
socks. 

Then, glancing at one another, we decided 
wordlessly to do what Andrea called a proper 
striptease, like she'd taught us to do for her. 
So, moving together, we took our tops off, 
flashing and covering our nipples several times 
before we pulled the garments right over our 
heads. Then we sat down side by side on the bed 
and took each other's socks off, with a lot of 
running our hands up and down the other's legs.

We stood up, wearing just our cute, little girl 
panties, feeling incredibly sexy and trying not to 
laugh at Shane's eyes bulging out of their 
sockets. I noticed that, without him seeming to 
realise, his hand was rubbing at the crotch of his 
jeans. We half-turned to one another, as Andrea 
had told us, and started kissing; and, as we 
kissed, we slowly eased one another's panties 
down. It made me feel really horny, feeling 
Tabitha pull the little cotton briefs down over my 
bum, exposing my pussy, while I was doing the same 
to her. When we'd both got them off, we gave each 
other's pussy a quick rub, then turned to display 
ourselves to Shane. "Your turn now," I told him.

Shane was even redder than her had been, and 
seemed in two minds whether to burst into tears. 
"I can't," he whispered, his eyes fixed on our 
crotches.
"You promised," I said, feeling in no mood to be 
merciful; and Tabitha started chanting, "Shane is 
a scaredy-cat, Shane is a scaredy-cat."

"All right," he shouted, stung into recklessness; 
and, very quickly, as though afraid he'd change 
his mind, started pulling his clothes off. He had 
a bit of difficulty getting his underpants down, 
and we saw why, when he succeeded. Just as Andrea 
had said, his willy was stiff and sticking 
straight out; and, though it was tiny compared 
with the dildo I'd used, it was a lot bigger than 
I'd expected.

Tabitha and I exchanged awed glances, and I could 
see her eyes were wide and shining. "Wow," I 
breathed, "he's horny."

I could see Tabitha beginning to squirm, breathing 
hard and rubbing her pussy. "Do you think we're 
sexy?" she asked Shane. He nodded his head slowly, 
never taking his eyes off us. "You're sexy," I 
told him on impulse. "Can I touch your willy? You 
can touch my pussy, if you want."

"And mine," said Tabitha, her voice sounding a bit 
ragged. I decided someone had to take the 
initiative, so I took her hand and led her over to 
where Shane stood, looking scared stiff. Very 
tentatively, both of us ran a finger along his 
stiff willy, and we jumped as it jerked slightly. 
"That's cool," Tabitha breathed. "Shall we make it 
do it again?"

We got rather bolder about stroking Shane's willy. 
It was fun, especially after Tabitha discovered 
how to pull the foreskin back, and we made it jerk 
several times. Shane loved it; and we got him 
playing with our pussies, too, one with each hand. 
Compared with Tabitha or Andrea, he was quite 
clumsy and didn't to have much idea about what to 
rub, or how hard. But there was something very 
exciting about having a boy's hand down there. 
Both of us came; but it wasn't enough, we wanted 
more.

"Shane," I said suddenly, on an impulse, "do you 
want to stick your willy inside my pussy?"

He and Tabitha both stared at me. "What do you 
mean?" Shane asked.

"That's what you're supposed to do," I explained, 
trying to sound like an expert. "When a boy and 
girl both get horny, the boy sticks his willy in 
the girl's pussy, and pushes it in and out, and it 
feels good. It's called fucking."

Tabitha spluttered with laughter, but Shane stared 
at me in horror. "That's a naughty word," he 
protested.

"It's not," I countered, feeling offended. "It's 
really nice. Of course, if you're chicken..."

"I'm not chicken," he countered at once. "Um... 
how do we do it?"

"I lie down on my back," I explained, "and you lie 
on top of me and push your willy in." I went over 
and lay on the bed, like Andrea had done when I'd 
had the dildo on, opening my legs as wide as I 
could. Shane began walking slowly towards me, till 
Tabitha grabbed his hand and dragged him over. 
"Come on," she said impatiently, "it's my turn 
afterwards."

Shane lay down on top of me; and, as Andrea had 
done with the dildo, I reached down and took hold 
of the stiff little thing, trying to guide it to 
my pussy-entrance. It took several attempts before 
we managed to get it in, and Tabitha helped too; 
but, suddenly, I felt the tip push into the hole, 
and suddenly it was right inside. It hurt a little 
bit, but a delicious hurt I didn't want to stop; 
and the tightness and the sucking on my pussy 
walls as he pushed in and out made me squirm with 
delight. I could feel the tip keep knocking 
against something that stopped it from going in 
further. At the time, of course, I didn't know 
what it was, or that, if Shane's willy had been 
just a little longer and harder, he'd have broken 
my cherry.

It didn't take me long to come again; then Tabitha 
took my place, and I helped Shane inside her. She 
began squealing and writhing as soon as he was in, 
and I bent down to try and get a good view of 
Shane's willy actually going in and out of my best 
friend's pussy.

She came quite quickly, too; but Shane's willy 
stayed stiff, so we lay on either side of him, 
playing with it happily and sleepily. In fact, we 
were still there when we heard Tabitha's mum 
calling out that it was time for Shane to go, and 
we had to all get dressed in a hurry, before we 
got caught.

"That was wicked," Shane said, as we were coming 
out of the bedroom. "Can we do it again?"

"Depends," said Tabitha, tossing her head, "if 
you're nice to us."

I knew she didn't mean it: like myself, Tabitha 
couldn't wait to try it again. 

"You can fuck me any time you like," I whispered, 
so that she couldn't hear. Shane turned bright 
red, because I'd used the naughty word, but he 
seemed pleased.

I was pleased, too. Not only had I got two 
girlfriends, I now had a boyfriend as well. This 
was really going to be fun.

THE END

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