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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Eleven (11/15) {Bradley Stoke} {fF mm}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Eleven (11/15) {Bradley Stoke} {fF mm}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 11 of 15
Keywords: FF
Short Summary: The Journey to Brook


Alice
=====

Synopsis of whole novel
======================

We all know the story of Alice as told by Lewis Carroll. Here is an 
erotic tale inspired by, and unashamedly borrowing from, this famous 
children's story. This story tells how Alice goes to Wonderground and 
what she found there. 


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Previously
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Enthralled by the fiction of Honore L'Oeuf, Alice decides to travel 
to Brook.



Chapter Eleven
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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." 




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