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Authors name: Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alice's Story, Chapter 2
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Alice's Story, Chapter 2 (mmm/f, ped, orgy)
Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)
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Alice discovers the pleasures of older boys, and joyfully
becomes the local playground slut.
***
My life took a dramatic turn one fine October afternoon
when I was eight years old: a disgruntled, lonely eight-
year-old girl, sitting on a swing in the park, feeling
frustrated and horny.
Over the previous two years, I'd had little reason to feel
frustrated, what with having both a boyfriend and a
girlfriend of about my own age, as well as another
girlfriend, grown-up and always eager to share her
experience with me. Andrea, who always insisted that she
was completely Lesbian, had been a little upset, at first,
when Tabitha and I started fucking Shane. But she soon
discovered that it didn't in any way lessen our desire for
her.
Indeed, having a boy to play with, and his little stiff
pencil of a willy, actually seemed to help both of us to
think of new and different ways to pleasure our grown-up
lover.
It carried on like that for two years; and, on the rare
occasions I actually thought about the future (in spite of
all the talk about "when I grow up", young children rarely
do visualise anything but an endless present) I assumed
that the four of us would continue as lovers forever.
Then, out of nowhere, Tabitha discovered that she was
moving to another town, miles away. Of course, we parted
with tears and promises of undying love, and that we'd stay
in touch; but the reality was that we were going to be
eight-year-olds living a hundred miles apart. I never saw
her again.
At around the same time, Shane got into a gang of boys in
his class at school who, from the worldly-wise position of
their nine years, wouldn't dream of having anything to do
with girls. To his credit, Shane held out for a while,
continuing to sneak round behind his friends' backs to
stick his willy in us; but that gradually tailed off,
especially after Tabitha left. I suspect she'd always been
the main attraction: after all, she was the beautiful one.
I was just cute.
And now, to add insult to injury, Andrea had gone off to
university. I knew she'd been intending to do this; but it
hadn't seemed real until a week or two before she'd left,
and I realised that she'd be even further away than
Tabitha. She promised that she'd come to see me often in
her vacations, and in fact she kept her word. But that
wasn't the same as having her around. It was going to be
two months till her next vacation.
She'd been gone a week, now, and I'd spent most of that
week alternatively crying and masturbating. Diddling myself
kept me sane (especially as Andrea, for a goodbye present,
had given me a little slim-line vibrator) but it wasn't the
same as the real thing. So, on one of those October
afternoons that seems left over from high summer, I was
sitting on the swing feeling lonely, wishing the playground
wasn't too public to give my clitty a rub, and eyeing up a
group of older kids who were mucking about on the other set
of swings.
For the most part, they were of little interest to me. They
looked about thirteen, half-a-dozen boys and three or four
girls. None of the girls were very pretty, though they all
thought they were; and the boys were either pimply or
shambling, or both. But one boy was different. Dark and
good-looking, without a trace of a pimple that I could see
at this range, he didn't seem entirely a part of the gang's
silliness. Although being Andrea's lover had taught me to
lust after older girls, sometimes, I'd never really thought
of older boys sexually. But I was beginning to now; and
that was contributing to my desire to stick my hand down
the front of my jeans.
Then, suddenly, he turned to look at me. I looked quickly
away, scared that he'd realised what I was thinking. After
a few moments, when I thought that it would be safe, I
glanced back, only to meet his eyes, still gazing at me. He
gave a shy, embarrassed smile, but didn't turn away; so,
plucking up courage, I smiled back at him. Then one of his
friends turned to speak to him, and he jerked his head
away, looking very guilty. For the next ten minutes or so,
we kept stealing glances when no one else was looking,
smiling at each other, then looking away. I didn't know, at
eight, the name for what was happening; but I really knew,
even then, that I was flirting outrageously with him.
After ten minutes, very abruptly, with a good deal of
shouting and pushing, the gang left the park and headed off
up the road. My co-flirter hesitated, glancing back at me;
then he went with them. A moment later, he was gone.
I slumped down deeper into my seat on the swing, feeling
even worse than before. All I'd succeeded in doing was to
make myself hornier than ever, and still no way of
relieving it. I looked around. No one was in sight, as far
as I could see; but I knew that anyone might walk through
the park at any moment, without warning. So, getting off
the swing, I went over to the block of toilets and
changing-rooms that stood on the far side of the park.
Beside it, a couple of trees and some undergrowth provided
a partial cover; and, sighing with relief, I opened the
front of my jeans and slipped my hand into my panties.
I suppose it was a mixture of the warm afternoon, the
tension that had led up to this and the shattering orgasm I
gave myself; but the next thing I remember was a worried
voice saying, through a nicely erotic dream, "Are you all
right?"
I sat up in a panic, realising that my jeans were halfway
down my thighs and my hand was still inside my panties. I
was so scared at being caught that it was a moment before I
realised that this was my friend from earlier.
He was standing over me, a look of concern, even slight
fear, being quickly replaced by confusion and interest.
"Um... yes, I'm fine," I said. I'm sure I was blushing very
deeply, "Thanks."
"I, er... saw you over here, lying in the long grass," he
said, all in a rush, "and I got scared. You know, that...
er, someone had..."
I knew what he meant (I watched the news, after all) and he
didn't need to finish. "I'm OK," I said. "I was just...
um..."
He glanced further down my body and grinned. I realised two
things: my hand was still inside my panties; and I was
getting horny again.
"I know what you were doing," he said. "You were wanking."
That one stumped me. "What's that?" I asked curiously.
"You know." He giggled, mainly from nerves, I think.
"Rubbing yourself between you legs, so you feel good."
"Oh, that." I felt relieved at not having to learn
something new, when I had so much to think about. "I've
never heard it called that."
"What do you call it?"
"Oh... I dunno. Rubbing my pussy."
He turned his nose up. "That's baby-talk," he said. "It's
your cunt."
I felt confused, and a little repelled by the harsh word.
"Andrea calls it a pussy," I objected, "and she's a lot
older than you."
"Who's Andrea, when she's at home? Your sister?"
"She's my cousin," I said, beginning to get angry and not
thinking what I said, "and my girlfriend. She licks my
pussy, and I lick hers, and we... do other stuff, too, and
she's eighteen, so there."
I stopped, mainly to get my breath back; and I realised
that the boy was looking at me with a new expression on his
face. "Do you really do that?" he asked. I nodded,
realising belatedly that I shouldn't have told him about
it. "Do you do it with anyone else?" he asked.
In for a penny, in for a pound. "With Tabitha," I said.
"She's my best friend. And Shane, he's my boyfriend. He
sticks his willy in me. At least, he did, he's gone all
silly now."
He was silent for a moment. "How old's Shane?" he asked.
"He's nine," I said; and I got the impression that this
reassured the boy a little.
"Has anyone older ever done that to you?" he asked.
"What, stuck their willy in me?"
"It's called a cock," he said, trying without much success
to sound superior. "Has an older boy ever stuck his cock in
you? Or a grown-up?"
"No," I said, starting to think about the idea. "Why, are
you offering?" It seemed to me an entirely natural thing to
say; but I could tell that he didn't entirely share that
feeling."
"Er... you mean... you want to do it with me? Um... well,
yes, that would be wicked. If you're sure... Oh, by the
way, I'm Daniel."
"Hi, Daniel," I said, "I'm Alice. And yes, I'd like it.
Shane's stopped doing it now, and that really sucks. I
suppose your willy's... sorry, your cock's bigger than his,
as you're older?"
"Oh, of course," he said, very hurriedly. "Do you think you
can take it?"
"I expect so," I said, feeling slightly nervous now. I
really wasn't too sure how much bigger it was likely to be,
and I began to think of Andrea's strap-on dildo. She'd
never attempted to put it in me, saying it was too big. I
began to wonder whether this was what I could expect from a
grown-up willy. Sorry, cock. Maybe, I thought, it changed
into a cock when you grew up. But, whatever it was like, I
was determined not to chicken out now. "So, where shall we
go to do it?"
"Well..." He glanced around uncertainly. "We could go
behind here," he suggested, pointing to the back of the
block. I followed his gesture, feeling a little unsure. The
narrow space behind the block (and yes, it was completely
out of sight from anything) was dark and damp and didn't
smell all that good. But it would be a good place. "OK," I
said, and crawled round there, so that I didn't have to
pull my jeans up again.
As soon as I was round there, I pulled my clothes off. Then
I looked up and saw, to my surprise, that Daniel was still
fully dressed. "Aren't you going to strip?" I asked.
"Oh... er... yes, of course," he said, and I realised that
his eyes were fixed on my pussy.
"Do you like my pussy?" I asked. I'd accepted calling his
willy a cock, but this was mine, and it was a pussy, not
a... whatever he'd said.
"It's beautiful," he said, in a strange-sounding voice,
still never taking his eyes off it. I lay on my back and
opened my legs, so that he could get a good look while he
stripped, without seeming to notice what he was doing.
As I expected, his cock was a good deal bigger than
Shane's, but quite small compared with the dildo, and I
didn't think I'd have too much trouble getting it in. It
was different from Shane's, though. For one thing, there
was a bit of hair growing around it, curly black hair. For
another, the tight little balls that had become more
pronounced on Shane this last year or so were, on Daniel,
enormous and hanging down underneath. And the cock itself,
which was very stiff and pointing almost upwards, had a
kind of reddish knob poking through the end of the
foreskin.
I'd been horny to start with, what with the way we'd been
talking, then stripping for him, and the thought of what we
were going to do together; but the sight of Daniel's cock,
all ready to get pushed into my pussy, made me start
getting seriously wet and hot and wriggly. "Come on," I
said impatiently, "put it in now."
He came over and knelt, a bit awkwardly, between my legs;
then he lay down on top of my body, almost winding me.
"Careful," I managed to wheeze, pushing at him.
He managed to take a bit of his weight, and we both
wriggled a bit, till the tip of his cock was resting
against my crotch. He didn't seem too sure what to do from
there. I assumed, at the time, that he probably had never
had sex with a girl as young as I was. It was only years
later that I realised that, for all his worldly-wise tone,
he'd never had sex at all.
It didn't worry me, though. I'd had to help Shane, at
first; and Andrea usually had to guide the dildo in, so I
just took it as natural. Reaching down, I wiggled his cock
around until it's big; swollen head was resting against the
slit between my puffy pussy-lips. Then I stopped for a
moment. Even when I'd seen the thing, it hadn't seemed too
big or scary; but now, a move away from going inside me, it
was suddenly both. I wondered if it would split my pussy in
two.
It didn't matter, though. Between lust and pride, I think
I'd rather have been split right up the middle, before I
chickened out. Taking a deep breath, I fumbled some more
with Daniel's cock till, with a slurping pop, I managed to
force the tip just inside my pussy-hole.
Then it stopped. Even that far, my pussy felt stretched
intolerably, and it hurt like hell. I felt my eyes start to
water, and wondered if I was going to cry. At least he
wouldn't be popping my cherry, too: that had gone one day
when Tabitha had got overexcited with her finger. I'd
definitely cried, then; but luckily Andrea had been there,
to cuddle and reassure me.
I felt I needed a bit of that now; so, reaching up to hold
Daniel's head, I pulled his face down to mine, puckering up
to beg for a kiss. His lips met mine, rather clumsily, so I
opened my mouth and began kissing properly. He caught on
very quickly.
After a couple of minutes of this, whether it was the
kissing or just my pussy adjusting, I began to feel better.
Holding Daniel's cock again, I began to squirm my way
further and further onto it, gasping each time he
penetrated me further, and his cock-head found something
resisting it. Then I stopped.
It was an indescribable sensation: equal parts discomfort,
pain and juicy ecstasy, and I wanted more and more. Daniel
was getting the idea, moving cautiously in and out; and I
pulled him closer to me, feeling an orgasm building.
Remembering what Andrea tended to cry out when I used the
dildo, I moaned, "Yes, yes, fuck me baby, fuck your slut."
Immediately, I felt Daniel's whole body stiffen and start
to jerk. His cock was throbbing against my pussy-walls;
then I felt something spurting out of the end. There were
about four or five spurts, then it stopped.
I still needed my orgasm; but Daniel almost immediately
rolled off me, pulling his cock out of me with a sucking
tear that was more painful than its entry, and left me
feeling frantic to come. Incapable of thinking about
anything else, I reached down and rubbed my clitty, till I
came hard. Then I rolled over, and started cuddling Daniel.
But only for a moment. A thought suddenly struck me, and I
sat up straight. "You peed inside me," I accused him.
He sat up, staring at me. "Course I didn't," he said. "That
was come."
This completely puzzled me. "That's what girls do," I said.
He laughed. "And boys," he said. "I suppose your little
boyfriend never did it, if he's only nine. I was nine or
ten before I did it. It's what's meant to happen, Alice.
That's what sex is: me shooting come inside you."
I didn't argue, although I knew that wasn't true, because
not all sex involved boys. Now I'd come too, I was feeling
very lazy and contented, so I just put my arms round him
and we cuddled for a while.
When it was time for me to go (I was a bit late for my tea
already) Daniel kissed me goodbye a bit shyly. "That was
great," he said. "Want to do it again, sometime?"
I must have thought hard about it for at least two seconds.
"OK," I said.
"How about tomorrow?"
"Great." I think he was quite surprised that he hadn't
needed to persuade me. "Here again. Er... do you mind if a
couple of my friends come along too?"
"Have they got nice cocks?" I asked at once, without
thinking. That surprised me, when I thought about it later:
as recently as yesterday, I'd probably have asked if they
were cute. But nothing seemed important, now, except to get
cock, cock and more cock.
My pussy was quite sore, by the time I had my bath that
evening, and I soaped it gently, washing the remains of
Daniel's come out of it. I was hoping to get a good look at
it; but it seemed mixed up with my juices, just making them
a bit more sticky and gunky.
By the next day, however, though still a bit sore, I
couldn't wait to get my pussy filled up again, this time by
three big boys' cocks. I was behind the toilet-block very
early; and, once again, I had my jeans halfway down my legs
and my hand inside my panties, when they turned up.
At first, I was a little disappointed by the two boys
Daniel brought along.
Neither came anywhere close to him in attractiveness. Paul
looked much
younger, perhaps eleven (though I discovered that he and
Daniel were in the same year at school), and was small and
wore thick glasses. Lewis, on the other hand, was tall and
gangly, with ginger hair and heavy acne. I began to regret
agreeing to Daniel's suggestion.
Nevertheless, I had agreed to it; so I quickly undressed
and lay on my back with my legs wide open, ready for them
to take turns on top of me. Daniel went first (he was,
after all, the reason the others were here) and was much
less clumsy than the day before, only needing a little help
from me to line his cock up with my hole. I braced myself
for the agony; but, though the stretching did hurt when he
pushed in through my opening, it was nothing like
yesterday's pain.
He came quickly again, before I was anywhere near getting
off myself, and was quickly replaced by Paul, whose young
appearance extended to his equipment. Paul, I decided,
still had a willy, rather than a cock, small, thin and
hairless; but it was harder than Daniel's, and he managed
to shove it in my pussy right up to the hilt. It was enough
to fill me up without causing much pain; and I was close to
coming, when he shot a little of the sticky stuff into me.
Lewis surprised me most. His cock was oddly shaped, shorter
than Paul's but a good deal broader than Daniel's. It
looked like a little stump, in among the ginger curls; but
he found the target straight away. It made me cry out in
pain, when he unceremoniously shoved it straight in me. But
he stroked it in and out fast; and the feel of my pussy
closing sucking around the object gave me my orgasm. Lewis
shot his load into the middle of it.
And that, I thought as I came down again, would be that. I
was quite satisfied with my three fucks; until I realised
that Daniel was looming over me, stiff cock pointing
straight up. He'd never seen anyone else at it; and
watching his two friends fuck me, while he gave his rod a
good seeing-to, had left it more than ready to start again.
And, because he'd already come once, he lasted a lot longer
in my soaking, slippery pussy, not having his second orgasm
till I'd already had mine.
I'd expected to get three fucks today. In fact, so excited
were the boys, watching each other, anticipating their next
turn, playing with their own or each other's cock between
goes, that they each must have managed at least five times.
I'm not sure. After that second orgasm, I didn't really
come down until it was all over. It felt almost like being
delirious; and the pleasure was so intense that I almost
passed out a few times.
That evening, lying luxuriantly in the bath and idly
playing with my sore pussy, I promised myself that I'd have
as much as possible of this wonderful experience.
So that's how I became the district's leading playground
slut. Word got around where I could be found; and most of
the local boys between about eleven and fifteen turned up,
at one time or another, to fuck the cute little girl who'd
let anyone at all up her cunt. Some even came from further
a field, once word-of-mouth got around. I fucked them all.
I was in my element, with an inexhaustible supply of horny
cock coming at me from all sides. At first, I just lay on
my back with my legs open; but I gradually thought of some
variations, and sometimes boys would suggest others. Used
as I was to sucking on Shane's little willy, I tried
putting one or two of the bigger cocks in my mouth. The
first time one of them came in my mouth, I thought I was
going to gag; but I soon loved the taste of boy-come.
The last thing I resisted was when one boy (Kevin, I think
his name was) kept asking to put his cock in my bum-hole.
I'm not sure how he got the idea, but I think someone had
done it to him; and, although he enjoyed my pussy, wanted
to experience it from the other way.
For a long time, this scared and disgusted me. I was
convinced that it would hurt me badly; and, anyway, that
was where the shit came out. How could anyone want anything
to do with that? But Kevin wore me down at last, by
constantly asking, until I let him do it, provided he put
butter everywhere. He said that that's what his uncle had
done to him, and it made everything so much easier.
In fact, although it did hurt, it was no worse than the
first time Daniel had gone up my pussy, and I added bum-
fucking to my repertoire. Sometimes, there were so many
boys trying to have me at once, that I could be seen with
one cock in my pussy, another in my arse and a third in my
mouth. Occasionally, I got them all to come at once, which
was unbelievable.
So there I was, at the age of eight, happy to be a fuck-toy
for the neighbourhood. I could still be like that now, at
eighteen, if it hadn't been for the next major upheaval in
my life.
To be continued...
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