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ALICE'S STORIES 2 (Mg, ped, inc
This story deals with adult themes including consensual sex between
adults and a preteen.
If this type of story disturbs you then do not read it. (MFf, ff, ffm,
cons, pedo)
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 for ever.
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
goodlooking, 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 aprubtly, with a good deal of shouting and
pushing, the gang left the park and headed off up the road. My
co-flirter hesitated, glancin 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 to 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 its 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 gungy.
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 gos, 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 afield, 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.
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