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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Twelve (12/15) {Bradley Stoke} {fF mm}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Twelve (12/15) {Bradley Stoke} {fF mm}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 12 of 15
Keywords: FF
Short Summary: Honore L'Oeuf


Alice
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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 travels to Brook.



Chapter Twelve
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Honore L'Oeuf
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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.






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