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Subject: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Thirteen (13/15) {Bradley Stoke} {FM}
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Title: {ASSM} Alice Chapter Thirteen (13/15) {Bradley Stoke} {FM}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 13 of 15
Keywords: FM
Short Summary: Leon and Une


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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Alice travels to Brook and stays with Blanche.



Chapter Thirteen
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Leon and Une
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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."




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