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ALICE'S STORIES (MFf, ff, ffm, cons, pedo)
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.
I'm an eighteen year old girl, who's been sexually active most of my life.
I've had many lovers, both male and female, adult and child; and I'd like
to tell you about how I first encountered sex.
When I was four, I had a very beautiful pre-school teacher called Miss Lancaster.
At four, you don't see beauty quite like an adult does: if you love someone,
they're beautiful. Still, I knew even then that Miss Lancaster was very beautiful,
even if she was quite old (perhaps twenty-two). She had long, glossy black
hair, liquid dark eyes, and what seemed at the time enormous tits. Actually,
looking back with adult eyes (and having met her again more recently) I realise
that they were only slightly above average size; but they seemed very special,
then.
At a pre-school, they try to give some rudimentary teaching; but other skills
are perhaps more essential, such as offering a lap for an upset child to
sit on and be cuddled. Miss Lancaster did that for any child, boy or girl;
but there were a few of us, all girls, who occasionally got special cuddles,
when no other adult was around. She'd sit me on her lap, when it was my turn,
with my back against her belly and my head between her wonderful boobs, and
start to caress me all over. At first, it would just be a light tickling;
then she'd start playing with my nipples (through the material, if I was
wearing a dress, or pushing up under my top), and pushing the other hand
up under my skirt, stroking my thighs, eventually running her fingers lightly
on the crotch of my panties.
Of course, I didn't actually understand what it was that I was feeling; I
just knew I liked the delicious, wriggly-giggly warmth centred on my crotch.
When I got a little older, I remember thinking back and wondering what exactly
Miss Lancaster got out of it; but I realise, now, that she would have a cute
little girl's bum pressed into her lap, squirming around like crazy. I suspect
that Miss Lancaster regularly came with me in her lap.
Only a few of the girls got this treatment, although, as far as I know, everyone
kept the secret, having the vague idea that this was something nicely naughty,
rather than bad, and you didn't tell grown-ups about it. Miss Lancaster was
a grown-up, of course, but she was different.
My best friend Tabitha was another of the favoured kids. She was definitely
the prettiest girl in the class, with gold-blonde hair, big blue eyes and
a peaches-and-cream complexion. I've got auburn hair and freckles, and I'm
usually described as cute rather than beautiful; so I think having Tabitha
as my best friend made me feel special.
We played together a lot, usually at her house, in the garden when it was
fine, in her bedroom otherwise. Of course, small kids tend to play out what
important adults do; and Miss Lancaster was very important to both of us.
So Tabitha and I would take turns to be her, and the other one would sit
on "Miss Lancaster's" lap and get felt up. The difference was that, whereas
she was presumably aware of what she was doing and the need not to go too
far, we had no restraint at all; and it wasn't long before we were getting
right inside each other's panties, exploring each other's puffy baby slits.
Maybe we were reacting unconsciously, too, to the sexiness we didn't understand,
when we began playing "show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine" together, pulling
our shorts and panties down and our tops up, both shrieking with laughter.
Eventually, we put two and two together, and started playing at Miss Lancaster
in the nude.
So, although Miss Lancaster pointed the way, Tabitha was really my first
lover. We never got caught; but, if anyone had walked in on us, they'd have
found two four-year-old girls, both stark naked, both flushed with arousal,
grinding bums and pussies together, one girl's fingers rubbing the other's
cunt, giggling and squirming in ecstasy.
I never actually came in any of those sessions with my beautiful little girlfriend,
although we later went much further together. Miss Lancaster was gone from
my life, by the time I experienced my first orgasm. When I was five, I went
to a proper school, and I didn't see Miss Lancaster any more. I missed her;
but I still had Tabitha to play with, and I adjusted. I sometimes wonder,
though, looking back, whether I was going around with a big sign on me saying
"looking for sex". At any rate, to those who could see it.
I was a little short of my sixth birthday, when I had my next big experience.
We'd gone to a family wedding - some cousin or other was getting married.
It was quite a small affair, with the reception in their house (though the
house was pretty big), and there weren't many children there. The afternoon
was dragging on towards the evening, and I was getting really bored.
Next thing I knew, a voice way up above me was saying, "You don't look like
you're having a good time." I looked up. A beautiful woman was standing over
me. At least, I thought of her then as a woman: she was actually about sixteen.
But that's a lot older than five. "Haven't you got anyone to play with?"
she asked. Feeling a bit unsure of this situation, I just shook my head.
"Would you like to play with me?" she asked.
I thought about that, then decided it would be better than being bored. She
was very pretty, with a fresh cheerful face, sparkling blue eyes and blonde
hair. Her tits were a lot smaller than Miss Lancaster's (which I thought
was a shame) but I could see their shape very clearly through her little
crop-top, and even at that age I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her nipples seemed to be sticking right out through the material. And she
had very tight trousers on, that were just about level with my face, so I
couldn't miss the fact that her crotch was clearly outlined. At the time,
I thought I was looking very subtly, but I realise now that she was very
well aware of the way I was looking.
Her name was Andrea, and she was the younger sister of the cousin who was
getting married, so this was her home. We played for a while in the garden,
and she actually did seem to be having a good time, not just being a grown-up
being nice to a child. I loved it. Not only was it fun, but by now (after
Miss Lancaster and Tabitha) I was beginning to get an eye for female beauty,
and it mattered to me that such a stunner was showing an interest in me.
After a while, we were both tired. Andrea sat down, and I climbed onto her
lap. We were chatting away nineteen to the dozen, and I didn't really think
about what I was doing; but I vaguely realised, after a while, that I was
squirming in her lap the way I would have done with Miss Lancaster, and that,
perhaps because the layer of clothes was thinner, I was feeling just as hot
and wriggly as when Miss Lancaster touched my panties. I think I must have
moaned slightly. At any rate, Andrea suddenly sat very still and put her
arms around me, stopping me from moving. I glanced up, worried that she was
cross with me, but I relaxed when I saw that her face was flushed. I knew
enough to realise that meant she liked having me in her lap.
"Tell you what, sweetheart," she said after a moment, "I've got some games
up in my room. Want to come up and play?"
I nodded, feeling my heart lurch. We were going to be in private. Maybe I
could teach her the game I played with Tabitha. Somehow, I was sure she'd
like it.
I noticed that, when we got into the bedroom, Andrea shut and locked the
door. For a moment, I felt a bit scared by that; but then I realised that
she'd left the key in the lock, so she couldn't have been locking me in.
So I relaxed, and watched as Andrea got some battered old board games out.
Most of them were really a bit too old for me; and, after a few minutes,
it all ground to a halt.
We sat for a while in silence, and I could see Andrea keep looking at me,
about to say something, then changing her mind. At last, looking very nervous,
she blurted out, "You're very pretty, Alice."
"Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say. "So are you." I wasn't quite
sure whether I should say anything else, but I found myself asking, "Why
aren't you wearing any undies?"
Andrea turned very red, but she didn't seem cross. "You noticed, did you?
I saw you checking out my tits and my pussy."
"Have you got a cat?" I asked, confused. She giggled. "No, silly, your pussy's...
well, it's... well, this." She put her hand on hers. "Oh," I said, suddenly
understanding, "you mean the bit that feels good when someone touches it."
She looked at me in obvious surprise. "Do you mean, someone else touches
it? Or yourself?"
"I like it when my friend Tabitha rubs it," I told her, half-whispering.
"But you mustn't tell anyone. It's a secret."
She was silent again for a moment. "Do you know what a Lesbian is?" she asked
at last. I thought about it. "Kind of sweet?" I asked tentatively.
She giggled again, still a bit red. "It's a girl who likes playing with other
girls' pussies. Like me."
"Oh." That was better. "I'm a Lesbian," I said. "I like playing with Tabitha's...
er, pussy."
"Would you like to play with mine?" Andrea asked. I nodded eagerly: this
was turning out better than I'd expected.
She explained that we had to take our clothes off, which was fine. Since
Tabitha and I had started to do it, I found that I liked being naked with
someone else, it gave me the hot, wriggly feeling. Andrea was the first grown-up
I'd ever seen with nothing on, and I thought her body was the most beautiful
thing I'd ever seen. She had her quim shaved, which of course seemed normal
to me, as I was used to little girls' ones.
She got me to sit next to her on the bed, then put her arm around me and
kissed me passionately. I'd kissed Tabitha once or twice; but this was very
scary and very exciting, with her lips pressing my mouth wide open, and her
tongue sneaking into mine. Then she guided my hand down to her crotch, and
I began tentatively rubbing. Her hand kept going back, guiding my fingers;
but I must have got it right at last, because she left me to it, put her
head right back and began writhing and moaning.
I couldn't believe what was happening to Andrea. Tabitha's pussy sometimes
got a bit wet, when I played with it, and I think mine did too; but that
was nothing to the sticky wet juices pouring out of Andrea's slit, like when
you squeeze a really juicy orange. And there was a little knob, right at
the top of her slit, that had got hard and enormous. She seemed to specially
like it when I played with that. When I looked up, I could see her nipples
sticking right out, hard and long, and her whole body was flushed and sweating.
At last, Andrea began to thrash about, moaning and even yelling, and I felt
her pussy opening and shutting, drenching my fingers in juices. Then she
subsided, trembling and gasping. After a moment, she took me in her arms
and kissed me hard again. "Oh, baby," she sighed, "that was so good."
"I'm not a baby," I said, "I'm nearly six." I was only protesting half-heartedly:
it somehow sounded a good thing to be.
"Oh, I know you're not," she murmured. "That just means we're lovers. You're
my girlfriend."
"Really?" I sat up. "Do you really mean that? Andrea," I added, without waiting
for her to answer, "what happened to you, just then?"
"It's called coming," she said, "or having an orgasm? Haven't you ever had
one?" I shook my head. "Would you like me to give you one?"
"I'd like that," I said, finding my mouth surprisingly dry. Andrea smiled
and began to stroke my inner thigh; then she stopped. "I know," she said,
"lie down and open your legs wide." I did as she said, wondering what was
going on. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to lick your pussy," she told me. I sat up, shocked. "Yuck," I
exclaimed. She gave a throaty, dirty giggle. "Don't say yuck till you know
what it feels like," she said. "Now, lie down, and I promise you won't regret
it."
I did as she told me, feeling very dubious; and she lay between my legs.
Her tongue touched my slit; and that was my last clear memory, as I went
into a blur of ecstasy. Hot and wriggly certainly didn't describe how my
body felt as my lover's tongue probed between the plump folds of my slit,
found the tiny little knob I'd never even noticed before, wormed its way
right into my tight little hole. I felt that my whole body was on fire, and
that my tummy and my crotch were about to burst. Then everything went crazy,
and I felt like I was flying and underwater and on fire and asleep and wide
awake all at the same time. Then I blacked out.
I woke up again to find myself being held tightly in Andrea's arms, and she
was covering my face and neck with very wet kisses. It felt great, and I
was so comfortable and relaxed and sleepy, I just nestled down and drowsed
again in her arms.
After a while, though, Andrea kissed me again, and said, "It's getting late.
"We'd better get dressed and go downstairs, before your Mum and Dad come
looking for you." I nodded, reluctant to move, but accepting she was right.
As with Miss Lancaster and Tabitha, I had no problem accepting that this
had to be a secret, without it even occurring to me that there might be anything
wrong with it. There were some things you didn't tell grown-ups, unless they
were special grown-ups, like Miss Lancaster or Andrea.
Still, I regretted that we couldn't play a bit more. "I wish we could do
that again," I said wistfully. Andrea grinned. "Well," she said, "we're cousins,
aren't we. I think I've just got very family-minded." I must have looked
puzzled, because she added, "I'll make sure we see a lot of one another,
sweetheart. We're lovers, after all. There's so much I can show you."
And I did see a lot of Andrea, and I learnt most of what I know about pleasuring
a woman in her arms. Eventually, she started dating an older woman, and moved
in with her. That hurt me a bit, but not too much. After all, I had plenty
of lovers myself, by that time. We still see each other, and still make love
occasionally. But, in spite of telling her I must be a Lesbian, I soon found
that I was actually bisexual. Discovering that was fun.
After I became Andrea's lover, things got really fun. I told Tabitha all
about it, of course, and we tried out the things I'd learnt. We got quite
good at licking each other's pussies. I soon discovered that different pussies
tasted very different. Tabitha's was fresh and sweet, whereas Andrea's (which
I tasted next time I saw her) had a stronger taste. It could have been unpleasant,
if it had been any stronger, but it was just enough to be exciting.
It was Tabitha and I, though, that came up with what we thought was a brilliant
and original idea: to lie opposite ways and lick each other's pussies at
the same time. Of course, I realise now that, whereas it was easy enough
for us, the difference in sizes between a six-year-old and a grown-up made
a sixty-nine impossible.
Andrea didn't seem to mind that I had another girlfriend. In fact, when she
came to visit (which she did quite often, now) Tabitha sometimes came over,
and the three of us rubbed and licked each other. Tabitha loved Andrea's
tits, and used to suck happily on them for ages.
Sometimes, Andrea introduced something new. I remember one time, when we
were alone together (Tabitha couldn't come over, and Andrea had "reluctantly"
agreed to babysit the little brat while everyone else went out) she got out
a huge strap-on dildo and put in on me. I didn't know what it was, of course,
but she told me it was a bit like a boy's willy, and I had to put it in her
pussy. It was fun, especially because there was a little clit-tickler at
my end, and I lay on top of her, between her wide-open thighs, and pushed
the plastic thing in and out of her pussy. She came very noisily (it was
lucky everyone was out) shouting, "Yes, yes, fuck me, baby, fuck your slut."
I could hear a tremendous squelching, as she came. Combined with the clit-tickling,
it was so exciting that I came too.
When we'd got our breath back and started talking, I asked curiously, "What
do you mean, that it's like a boy's willy? They're small and soft, and boys
do weewees through them."
Andrea giggled. "Not when they're horny. Then their willies get stiff, and
they want to stick them into girls' pussies, they way you did with that."
"So do you let boys do that to you?"
Her face became serious again. "Only once." She hesitated a moment, then
drew a deep breath. "When I was eleven, this teacher took me into a cupboard
and pulled my panties down, then he stuck it up me. It hurt like hell, and
his breath stank when he tried to kiss me, and I was so scared. I wouldn't
let him do it again, and I've never done it with any other men."
"So is it bad to do it with boys?" I asked, feeling a bit disappointed. It
sounded fun to me.
Andrea hesitated, clearly tempted to say it was. But (and I appreciate this
more the older I get) she was never anything but completely honest with me.
"Well," she said slowly, "a lot of girls think it's great. It's just that,
every time I think about it, I remember that cupboard, and it makes me feel
sick. It's different when it's a pretty girl doing it." She giggled. "Like
you."
Of course, I told Tabitha all about my new discoveries, and we discussed
it all in detail. If anything, she was even more intrigued than I was, and
we both agreed we just to find a boy and get him horny, to see his willy
get stiff. We knew all about girls getting horny, but it was news to us that
boys could do it too, and we just had to see it.
It was one thing to want to see it, though, and quite another to find a boy
to look at. Neither of us had brothers, which would have been perfect; and,
even at five or six (I'd just had my sixth birthday, and Tabitha, who was
a couple of months younger, was still only a little girl of five) we understood
that we couldn't just walk up to any boy and ask to see his willy.
It was a couple of weeks before the opportunity presented itself. I was over
playing at Tabitha's, and a friend of her mother's dropped in, with her seven-year-old
son, Shane. I think it was only meant to be a flying visit, but they got
caught up in some grown-up stuff, so Tabitha's mum asked us if Shane could
play with us. She seemed quite surprised, when we agreed without any argument.
We'd had a quick emergency conference, and decided that Shane was quite cute,
and would be perfect. He didn't seem overjoyed to have to play with two younger
girls, but was obviously willing to make the best of it. "What do you want
to do?" he asked, when Tabitha had shut her bedroom door behind us. We glanced
at each other and giggled. "But I'm not playing with dolls," he stipulated
quickly.
We giggled again. "We don't want to play with dolls," I said. "Have you ever
seen a girl's pussy?"
He looked totally confused. "Have you got a cat, then?"
"No, silly," I said, feeling incredibly superior. "I mean the hole between
a girl's legs." I exchanged another glance with Tabitha, and giggled. "Where
you've got your willy."
Shane turned very red. "No," he managed to croak. "Why?"
"You can see ours," I said, "if we can see your willy."
He turned even redder, and wouldn't meet our eyes. "Why do you want to see
my willy?" he asked.
We started spluttering with laughter. "Same reason you want to see our pussies,"
said Tabitha. Looking back, I'm impressed with her perception.
"Um..." he said, still looking down. "OK. You first."
I looked at him severely. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?"
"No, no, of course not," he said in a hurry. I glanced at Tabitha, and we
both nodded. She was wearing jeans, and I was wearing dungarees with flowers
embroidered on them. Andrea always said I looked sweet enough to eat in them
(though she could never wait for me to take them off) so I wore them as much
as possible. We both took them off, and stood in our tee-shirts, panties
and socks. Then, glancing at one another, we decided wordlessly to do what
Andrea called a proper striptease, like she'd taught us to do for her. So,
moving together, we took our tops off, flashing and covering our nipples
several times before we pulled the garments right over our heads. Then we
sat down side by side on the bed and took each other's socks off, with a
lot of running our hands up and down the other's legs.
We stood up, wearing just our cute, little-girl panties, feeling incredibly
sexy and trying not to laugh at Shane's eyes bulging out of their sockets.
I noticed that, without him seeming to realise, his hand was rubbing at the
crotch of his jeans. We half-turned to one another, as Andrea had told us,
and started kissing; and, as we kissed, we slowly eased one another's panties
down. It made me feel really horny, feeling Tabitha pull the little cotton
briefs down over my bum, exposing my pussy, while I was doing the same to
her. When we'd both got them off, we gave each other's pussy a quick rub,
then turned to display ourselves to Shane. "Your turn now," I told him.
Shane was even redder than her had been, and seemed in two minds whether
to burst into tears. "I can't," he whispered, his eyes fixed on our crotches.
"You promised," I said, feeling in no mood to be merciful; and Tabitha started
chanting, "Shane is a scaredy-cat, Shane is a scaredy-cat."
"All right," he shouted, stung into recklessness; and, very quickly, as though
afraid he'd change his mind, started pulling his clothes off. He had a bit
of difficulty getting his underpants down, and we saw why, when he succeeded.
Just as Andrea had said, his willy was stiff and sticking straight out; and,
though it was tiny compared with the dildo I'd used, it was a lot bigger
than I'd expected.
Tabitha and I exchanged awed glances, and I could see her eyes were wide
and shining. "Wow," I breathed, "he's horny."
I could see Tabitha beginning to squirm, breathing hard and rubbing her pussy.
"Do you think we're sexy?" she asked Shane. He nodded his head slowly, never
taking his eyes off us. "You're sexy," I told him on impulse. "Can I touch
your willy? You can touch my pussy, if you want."
"And mine," said Tabitha, her voice sounding a bit ragged. I decided someone
had to take the initiative, so I took her hand and led her over to where
Shane stood, looking scared stiff. Very tentatively, both of us ran a finger
along his stiff willy, and we jumped as it jerked slightly. "That's cool,"
Tabitha breathed. "Shall we make it do it again?"
We got rather bolder about stroking Shane's willy. It was fun, especially
after Tabitha discovered how to pull the foreskin back, and we made it jerk
several times. Shane was loving it; and we got him playing with our pussies,
too, one with each hand. Compared with Tabitha or Andrea, he was quite clumsy
and didn't to have much idea about what to rub, or how hard. But there was
something very exciting about having a boy's hand down there. Both of us
came; but it wasn't enough, we wanted more.
"Shane," I said suddenly, on an impulse, "do you want to stick your willy
inside my pussy?"
He and Tabitha both stared at me. "What do you mean?" Shane asked.
"That's what you're supposed to do," I explained, trying to sound like an
expert. "When a boy and girl both get horny, the boy sticks his willy in
the girl's pussy, and pushes it in and out, and it feels good. It's called
fucking."
Tabitha spluttered with laughter, but Shane stared at me in horror. "That's
a naughty word," he protested.
"It's not," I countered, feeling offended. "It's really nice. Of course,
if you're chicken..."
"I'm not chicken," he countered at once. "Um... how do we do it?"
"I lie down on my back," I explained, "and you lie on top of me and push
your willy in." I went over and lay on the bed, like Andrea had done when
I'd had the dildo on, opening my legs as wide as I could. Shane began walking
slowly towards me, till Tabitha grabbed his hand and dragged him over. "Come
on," she said impatiently, "it's my turn afterwards."
Shane lay down on top of me; and, as Andrea had done with the dildo, I reached
down and took hold of the stiff little thing, trying to guide it to my pussy-entrance.
It took several attempts before we managed to get it in, and Tabitha helped
too; but, suddenly, I felt the tip push into the hole, and suddenly it was
right inside. It hurt a little bit, but a delicious hurt I didn't want to
stop; and the tightness and the sucking on my pussy walls as he pushed in
and out made me squirm with delight. I could feel the tip keep knocking against
something that stopped it from going in further. At the time, of course,
I didn't know what it was, or that, if Shane's willy had been just a little
longer and harder, he'd have broken my cherry.
It didn't take me long to come again; then Tabitha took my place, and I helped
Shane inside her. She began squealing and writhing as soon as he was in,
and I bent down to try and get a good view of Shane's willy actually going
in and out of my best friend's pussy.
She came quite quickly, too; but Shane's willy stayed stiff, so we lay on
either side of him, playing with it happily and sleepily. In fact, we were
still there when we heard Tabitha's mum calling out that it was time for
Shane to go, and we had to all get dressed in a hurry, before we got caught.
"That was wicked," Shane said, as we were coming out of the bedroom. "Can
we do it again?"
"Depends," said Tabitha, tossing her head, "if you're nice to us."
I knew she didn't mean it: like myself, Tabitha couldn't wait to try it again.
"You can fuck me any time you like," I whispered, so that she couldn't hear.
Shane turned bright red, because I'd used the naughty word, but he seemed
pleased.
I was pleased, too. Not only had I got two girlfriends, I now had a boyfriend
as well. This was really going to be fun.
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