	Alice's Adventures

	I

	Down The Hole



Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister 
and her sister's boyfriend on the bank, and of having 
nothing much to do: she watched them as they fucked 
beside her. Clothes were scattered all about. All her sisters' 
clothes, all her sisters' boyfriend's clothes and Alice's 
knickers and shorts. Once or twice she peeped at her finger 
actively stroking and fingering her cunt as her sister's 
boyfriend's prick thrust in and out of her sister, "and what is 
the use of that," thought Alice, "if you're too young to join 
in."

So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she 
could, for the hot day made her feel very randy and stupid), 
whether the pleasure of the feel of her moistening vagina 
would be worth the trouble of putting her tongue to the 
moist thrusting member, when suddenly a woman wearing 
only a dress to just below her waist and no knickers walked 
by them.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that: nor did Alice 
think it so very much out of the way to see that the woman 
was slowly stroking a magnificent penis where her vagina 
should be, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" (when she thought about it over 
afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have 
wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite 
natural); but when the woman actually put a finger up her 
backside, and pushed it in and out, Alice started to her feet, 
wearing nothing but a Mickey Mouse tee-shirt, a pair of 
espadrilles and a moist vagina, for it flashed across her 
mind that she had never before seen a woman with a penis 
or one that  was so throbbing, and, hot with curiosity, she 
ran across the field after her, and was just in time to see her 
walk down a large hole by a hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after her, never 
considering how in the world she was to retrieve her 
knickers.

The hole went on like a tunnel for some way, and then 
opened out to an underground railway station, with the 
signs reading Alice's Bush. 

She was not the only one at the station because there was a 
young lady in her late teens wearing a dress which only just 
came below her navel who was sitting on a seat. There was 
no sign of the woman with the penis nor of a train.

There were many posters on display. One showed an 
unrealistically long erect penis attached to a crotch at one 
end and being linked to a woman's tongue at the other end. 
"Keep in touch by Telephone", read a slogan beside it. 
Another poster showed a man with a finger up his back 
side: "For those uncomfortable moments take 
Alka-Seltzer".

The young lady got up and walked over to Alice. "Do you 
know when the next train is due?" she asked.

Alice scanned her companion. Her hair was cut in a bob, 
and besides her shoes, her dress was the only thing she 
wore. The dress definitely did not cover her vagina, which 
was not usual where Alice came from, and either she was 
undeveloped for her apparent age or she had shaved her 
crotch. 

"Not only do I not know when the next train is due," 
explained Alice, "I don't know where I am."

"So you come from up there, do you? Yet you dress like 
people from down here. On the other hand, you're probably 
too young to have any pubic hair anyway. I like your trendy 
dress."

Alice didn't say anything.

"My name is Mouse. What's yours?"

"Alice".

Mouse put her hand on Alice's tummy and stroked it. 
"You're obviously a stranger here, and I don't imagine 
you've even bought a railway ticket. Come home with me 
and I'll introduce you to Mummy."

After a while, an underground train did arrive, and Alice 
and Mouse entered a carriage. As they travelled, Alice saw 
many other women on the train dressed like Mouse. They 
were all quite young and all had their crotches shaved. 
Older women had dresses down nearly to their ankles but 
their breasts were held up and displayed in very low cut 
dresses. The men were dressed much as they were 
overground.

When they eventually got to Mouse's home, Alice was 
introduced to Mouse's mother. She was dressed like most 
older women with her breasts showing, but as she was at 
home and relaxed they were allowed to droop. This made a 
particular impression on Alice as the breasts were 
exceptionally large and round with nipples as large as 
Alice's fists.

"Of course you can stay with us," said Mouse's mother. 
"I'm afraid there's only one bed in Mouse's room and it's 
only a single bed, but as you are such a very little girl, I'm 
sure there's plenty of space for the two of you."

When Alice was taken to Mouse's room, she couldn't but 
notice that the room was full of Theatre posters showing 
men and women in various states of undress, and in some 
cases quite clearly making love. 

"This is so smooth!" commented Mouse as she stroked her 
cool fingers over Alice's vagina. "You've obviously never 
had to shave it! I have to shave it every morning and it's 
such a nuisance when you cut yourself."

Mouse stroked Alice's vagina very gently and Alice could 
feel it getting more and more moist from the attention. 

"Take off your Mickey Mouse tee-shirt", ordered Mouse 
pulling off her dress in one pull and showing that 
underneath she wore a bra designed to pull in her breasts. 
Alice did so and showed that her own barely existing 
breasts didn't need constraint. The nipples were only 
beginning to be raised on her chest. 

Mouse pulled off her bra, showing breasts which clearly did 
need restraint. They were round and the nipples stood out 
almost as large as Alice's biggest toe. "You're so lucky! 
You're just perfect!" exclaimed Mouse stroking Alice's 
breast. Mouse leant forward and licked her tongue over 
Alice's nipples until they were ever so stiff. Then she got up 
and applied the treatment to Alice's cunt.

Mouse and Alice continued stroking and cuddling all 
through the night, but only occasionally did Mouse put her 
fingers in Alice's vagina. Her tongue and Alice's vulva got 
ever so sore and only the exquisite pleasure prevented her 
calling out in pain. She did call out in ecstasy on several 
occasions and it was a wonder to her that Mouse's mother 
didn't investigate. Perhaps, Alice thought, if she saw Mouse 
and Alice were doing, she would want to join in and that 
would never do.

	II

	The Pool Of Semen



Next morning, when Alice woke up she found that she had 
no clothes to wear as her Mickey Mouse tee-shirt had 
disappeared into the laundry basket. "Wear one of my 
sweaters," offered Mouse. "It'll look like a dress on you." 
However, in Mouse's home putting clothes on was not the 
first thing to do in the morning. Mouse was wandering 
about in nothing but her bra, while her mother was wearing 
only her shift. 

Alice went into the bathroom to wash her face, and 
watched Mouse sit astride the bidet and shave. She ran 
warm water into the bidet, applied shaving cream with a 
brush to her crotch and then scraped off the blue stubble 
with a safety razor. 

"I have to go to college today," Mouse announced. "I'm an 
Arts Student. So I won't be able to keep you company. I 
don't know what you can do." 

"That's alright dear," Mouse's mother said. "I'll give Alice 
some money and she can go to the Cinema for the day. 
You'd like that wouldn't you, dear?"  

So that was settled. After breakfast, Mouse put on her 
short dress, her mother put on her very long dress and Alice 
put on a polo-necked sweater which came to just below her 
tummy. It didn't seem the right place to ask for knickers, 
and indeed Mouse didn't appear to have any. Mouse's 
mother gave Alice a ten shilling note and Alice set off to 
the cinema. 

Ten shillings was more than adequate as Alice discovered, 
since the stalls cost 6d and the circle cost 9d. And there 
was a very wide selection of cinemas, but they were all 
showing silent films. Alice went into the Mecca Cinema to 
see a selection of cinema shorts and it was here she gained 
an insight into the entertainment enjoyed in Wonderground. 
There were two types of film on the bill: one was comedy 
and the other romance.  

The romances all featured couples where the girls were 
dressed like Mouse and seemed otherwise an admixture of 
the bold and the coy. They were very demure at the 
beginning of the films, when they first met the romantic 
heroes. They studiously crossed their legs in their company 
and, as the subtitles made clear, generally were very 
modest. They would giggle with their friends and kiss them 
discreetly on meeting and parting. The hero at the start of 
the film would be portrayed as being a good sort led by less 
chivalrous comrades who would pull up girl's skirts, pinch 
their bottoms and put their fingers up their vaginas. There 
would invariably be a scene where the hero would be 
fucking a black girl together with friends, egged on to put 
his penis in her mouth and up her anus. The film would 
continue with the hero becoming steadily more chivalrous 
as he fell in love with the romantic heroine and the heroine 
becoming bolder as she got to know him better. There 
would be a minor tiff, but the hero's continuing affection 
was demonstrated by his inability to fuck a black girl later 
in the film, despite her encouragement and that of his 
friends who were so engaged themselves. The climax of the 
film was of the hero and heroine making love and the 
heroine allowing the semen of her lover to trickle down her 
front or over her face. At that point, with a climactic scene 
of general happiness, the film would end. 



The comedies likewise used black women in humiliating 
ways, but here the thrust of the humour was precisely their 
humiliation. Near the beginning of the film a black girl 
would do something - like refuse to have sex with people, 
be seen having sex with a friend, behaving in a way that 
might be considered uppity - which was considered 
sufficiently opprobrious for her to be considered fair game 
for a practical joke. The rest of the film would show the 
male hero conspire to humiliate her, and the final scene 
would illustrate this humiliation. This might mean she was 
fooled into eating her own excrement, suck off a donkey's 
prick, get beaten by her mother or be buggered by a 
succession of men. 

After the film, Alice ventured into the light, blinking as she 
walked along. Despite the treatment of black women in the 
films, there seemed little evidence that many of the black 
people she passed (who represented only a small minority) 
were anywhere near as grotesque or deserving of disrespect 
as had been suggested. They were less well dressed than 
most, but generally that entailed their clothes being more 
modest. The black girls did not all have the large breasts 
and balancing large buttocks as in the films. Indeed, they 
were comparatively slim and graceful, and certainly had 
greater success in keeping on their clothes. 

The posters for films outside the cinema had gross 
depictions of black girls, often smiling or looking foolish, 
but rarely shown in the foreground. That was reserved for 
the white stars of the films, who were also shown wearing 
more clothes than they did in the films. One particularly 
large poster showed a white man and women kissing in 
passion, while black women were shown in the background 
being raped by soldiers in a town bathed in flames. 

When Alice got back to Mouse's home, neither Mouse nor 
her mother was in. She used the key that Mouse's mother 
had given her to get in and searched around for something 
to do.  Mouse's younger brother, Bunny, was sitting in the 
living room just by the doors into the garden, where there 
were beds of bright flowers and a water-sprinkler. He was 
only a year older than Alice but he had his trousers and 
underpants down to his ankles and was stroking his penis. 
"Suck me", he pleaded on seeing Alice regarding him with 
curiosity. 

It was all very well to say "Suck me", but the wise little 
Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. However, the 
penis looked so very tempting, so Alice ventured to taste it, 
and, finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of compound 
flavour of strong smells), she very soon had it all in her 
mouth. 

"Bigger and bigger!" cried Alice. "Now it's growing like the 
largest telescope that ever was!" Certainly, Bunny's penis 
wasn't a little thing any more but long and thick with an 
even richer aroma than before. It reached right to the back 
of her little throat: in fact it was now rather more than nine 
inches long. 

Suddenly, it gave a little tremble and out came a warm 
trickle. "Uggh!" exclaimed Alice, pulling it out of her 
mouth. "Stop this moment, I tell you!" But it went on all 
the same, shedding semen, until there was a large pool on 
her dress dripping through the fabric. 

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the 
distance, and she hastily lifted her head to see what was 
coming. It was Mouse with a friend of hers. This friend had 
very short hair and like Mouse wore clothes that didn't 
cover her vagina. Unlike Mouse she didn't shave her vulva 
at all nor did she shave under her armpits. Her clothes 
resembled less a dress and more a vest, which came just 
about level with her navel. 

"What a mess you've made of my dress!" exclaimed Mouse. 
"You better take it off right now!" 

Alice promptly did so and put it in the laundry basket. She 
was led away by Mouse and her friend, who was called 
Dodie.  

"It's gone all the way through!" exclaimed Dodie feeling the 
semen on Alice's chest with the back of her hand. She bent 
over and licked it with her tongue. "It tastes very nice!" 

"Not as nice as down here!" exclaimed Mouse who had 
pulled off her dress and was licking Alice's vulva. "You got 
nicely excited didn't you?" 

Dodie and Mouse lay Alice down on her back on Mouse's 
bed. Mouse sat by Alice's legs while Dodie sat knees astride 
Alice's waist and pulled off her vest. Her small breasts 
flopped out from the flimsy protection provided by the vest 
and it was no surprise to see that they were long nippled. 
Dodie and Mouse stroked and licked Alice who gradually 
became more and more excited from their attention. Dodie 
leant forward to run her tongue inside and out of Alice's 
mouth, while Mouse transferred her attention from Alice's 
vulva to Dodie's. 

"Uuggh! Why don't you ever shave?" gasped Mouse, 
pulling hairs out of her mouth. 

This went on for ever such a long time, until Mouse's 
mother called the girls down for dinner. It was over dinner, 
that Alice learnt that Dodie dressed the way that she did 
because, although she was a theatre-goer like Mouse, she 
was, unlike Mouse, a modernist and modernists didn't 
believe in shaving their bodily hairs and sported a more 
daring hemline.  

It was over dinner that Mouse arranged for Alice to come 
to the theatre with her that evening to a play that she 
wanted to see. Dodie wasn't interested in going but she 
suggested taking Alice to see a modern play: "So that you 
won't think theatre's necessarily dull." 	 

	III

	The Classical Theatre



As promised, Mouse took Alice to the theatre to see a play 
called The Truth About Dinah, which was at the New 
Crucible theatre. Mouse took great care that Alice was 
dressed appropriately for the performance. Her long hair 
was brushed back and kept back by a ribbon. She lent Alice 
a dress which came to just an inch above the top of her 
inside leg, and scrubbed her vagina so it sparkled and smelt 
nice. She carefully extracted a small hair she found growing 
there. She put little white ankle socks and nicely polished 
black shoes on her feet. Mouse took especial care, with 
Alice's assistance, to shave off any hair on her body, 
particularly between her legs. Alice spent a fairly 
uninspiring time tweaking out the hairs that were caught in 
Mouse's prised open buttocks. 

Most of the audience at the New Crucible were women and 
most of those had short bobs like Mouse and proudly 
showed off their shaven vulvas. Theatre, whatever it might 
have meant to Alice, was a sexual experience according to 
Mouse. The centre piece of a good play was a 
well-performed fuck scene. There might be several fuck 
scenes in a play, but only the best actors were truly able to 
arouse an audience. Mouse had seen plays where a fuck 
scene in a sub-plot was better performed than the main one 
but that was rare. 

Modern drama (in which Mouse didn't include the 
avant-garde rubbish Dodie advocated) was always bound 
by certain agreed standards according to whether it was 
comedy or tragedy. In a comedy, there would be a series of 
fuck scenes in which the final scene involved the climaxing 
of most of the cast. This orgy scene would not be the 
principal fuck scene. This would happen earlier to allow the 
stars the opportunity to perk up for the last act. In a 
tragedy, there were fewer fuck scenes and most of the 
cast were not involved (except as passive spectators), but 
each fuck scene required more from the actors to express 
the complex emotions involved. 

Unlike, Mouse sniffed disparagingly, the avant-garde, 
proper theatre was bound by certain quite sensible limits. 
No buggery in any circumstance. Where male homosexual 
sex was required, one of the couple would need to be of 
the other sex dressed to appear as the same sex, so that 
it would only appear to be homosexual. In those cases, for 
instance, a woman might play, say, Edward III, and wear a 
dildo around her waist to exhibit her supposed role. 
Fucking, even from behind, had to be into the vagina. The 
Theatre Inspectorate was very strict on that. 

The Truth About Dinah was a tragedy concerning Dinah, 
played by the leading actress, Prudence Smith, who was 
hiding the dark secret of her love for another woman, 
Laurel, who was played by Pauline York, an actress of 
lesser significance. Her husband, Edward, was a 
disapproving religious man, played by Lionel Johnson, the 
leading actor.  

There were five acts. In the first act, Dinah and Laurel 
made love in the company of some friends. The friends tried 
to persuade the couple to leave each other and indulge in 
the more conventional sex they were having. The scene 
ended with Laurel agreeing to have rather noisy sex with 
one of the men. 

The second act featured no sex at all, except that it seemed 
necessary for Edward and Dinah to wear no clothes despite 
the coming and going of the servants. The third act featured 
very athletic sex between Dinah and Edward in which 
Dinah confessed her love to Laurel during an apparently 
unfeigned orgasm. The act ended with Edward storming 
out of the auditorium. Some of the girls in the aisle reached 
out to touch his still moist prick as he passed by and smear 
it on their vulvas. 

The fourth act featured a conversation between Dinah and 
Laurel, which, although unclothed, contained no sex. The 
act ended with Edward discovering them and killing Laurel 
in his anger. The final act showed Edward in jail about to 
be hanged for his offence. Dinah visits him and they cuddle, 
and she claims that her love for Laurel could never match 
that for a real man. The play ended with Dinah sucking off 
Edward just as the hangman is about to enter the prison 
cell. 

"Phew! Powerful stuff!" gasped Mouse after the play. "That 
was quite a strong performance from Prudence Smith, 
wasn't it? How she could do it three times in an evening, I 
don't know. And there's a matinee on Wednesday as well!" 

Mouse and Alice went into the bar after the performance, 
but Alice could only have fruit juice to drink because of her 
age. Mouse enthused about the play to Alice and several of 
her friends.  

"That was quite an orgasm in the third act," commented 
one. "I've not seen one like that for ages! It takes real skill 
to remember your lines when you're in that much ecstasy." 

"Surely, it was just acting," suggested one of the men in the 
group. "You can't have orgasms like that to order." 

"That's what you think!" laughed another friend, who was 
nonetheless being quite affectionate with him. "I've had 
better than that." 

"I got some of his sperm," announced one of the girls, small 
and timid with small round glasses. "When he went by that 
is. I put it all the way right up me. You never know: I might 
have his baby!" 

"I think it's chemistry," opined Mouse. "When you get 
Prudence Smith and Lionel Johnson together you expect it 
to work don't you! Every play I've seen either of them in 
has always been a success on that front." 

"Bit weak that Pauline York though," commented one of 
the men. "It's not as if she had much to do really." 

Mouse made no comment. Nor did any of the other girls. 





	IV

	Rabbit Sends in a Little Willie



"Utterly bourgeois!" was Dodie's assessment of the play 
Alice and Mouse had seen. 

"How can you say that? You've not even seen it!" Mouse 
objected. 

"How can it be anything else given your description of it? 
It's nothing but an excuse for titillating and athletic sex 
scenes in a story that reinforces accepted stereotypes, 
particularly with regards to lesbian love." Dodie smiled at 
Alice who was wearing the Mickey Mouse tee-shirt she'd 
originally worn. "Don't worry, Alice, I'll show you real 
theatre. Vibrant living theatre!" 

Dodie escorted Alice to a converted warehouse called The 
Doss House, in a poor part of town that Alice hadn't seen 
before. Mouse declined to go. "There's no point," she 
explained. "I either don't understand it or I don't enjoy it. 
And usually both." 	

"Well, this shouldn't strain too many people's cerebral 
processes!" exclaimed Dodie when they arrived to see The 
Mushroom Garden, subtitled Mould, Dung and 
Modern Life. The audience was fairly mixed. Many of 
the women had their hair shaved and like Dodie wore 
nothing but military looking boots and a vest to just below 
their navel. Many of the men dressed like the women and 
some wore shapeless jumpers and baggy corduroys with 
sandals. Dodie seemed to know everyone there, and shared 
cigarettes with almost everyone she passed by. 

"This is Alice," she'd say, cuddling Alice close to her and 
nervously pulling her pubic hair. "I'm introducing her to 
culture." 

"She'll get it if she's in the front row," laughed one of the 
men whose penis dangled just below Alice's line of sight. 

Eventually, Alice and Dodie sat at the front on plastic seats 
that were arranged in concentric circles around an 
otherwise undistinguished area that represented the stage. 
Curiously enough, the front seats were not the most 
popular. "Audience participation is the rule in modern 
theatre," explained Dodie. "Modern theatre is about 
breaking barriers. Breaking rules. Getting across to people. 
Okay, it's still limited by the censorship rules. No buggery. 
Only simulated sex between two men. But all the main rules 
are broken." 

"Is there going to be audience participation in this play?" 

"I'd be very surprised if there wasn't." When the play began 
Alice's confusion only grew more intense. There may have 
been some story line in the speechifying and sex scenes but 
it seemed to occur at almost random moments. The actors 
and actresses, who also didn't shave off any body hair, 
never seemed to play very well-defined characters but they 
did do a lot of shouting and made obscene jokes about each 
other, the present government and the audience. Alice's 
vocabulary grew by more and more colourful swear words, 
of whose meanings she wasn't absolutely sure. 

There was some audience participation, but to Alice the 
actors seemed to be simply bullying people in the audience. 
At one stage, they dragged a girl out of the third row. One 
of the actors was fucking one of the actresses. They 
persuaded the girl to take off her vest, and she revealed two 
very large breasts. The actress being fucked took the girls' 
nipples in her teeth and one of the actors slowly caressed 
her pubic hair. While this was going on, a couple of actors 
performed a rather tuneless song on the theme of racial 
equality. 

Alice was quite relieved when the break came, but the 
performance was left in a very unsatisfactory state with one 
of the actresses leaving stage after giving a monologue to 
the backing of badly-tuned piano to the effect that she was 
in despair at the lack of imagination of both of her 
boyfriends. Alice was rather hoping Dodie might enlighten 
her how this made any sense with the rest of the action. 

"It's fairly obvious really. The way the actors have been 
disrespectful to the women, including those in the audience, 
is symptomatic of a very unprogressive attitude. It'll all 
become obvious in the second half." 

This wasn't true. Alice's mystification merely deepened. She 
was also very embarrassed when one of the actors proffered 
his erect penis which had just been dipped in each of the 
actresses' cunts to the women in the front row to do what 
they would. Alice didn't like the smell so she waved it aside. 
Dodie, however, threw herself enthusiastically on to it. This 
seemed to be a general cue for audience participation. 
Before not very long, there was an orgy on stage where 
some half of the participants was from the audience. Being 
art, however, it lasted less than fifteen minutes and 
members of the audience returned to their seats. Dodie who 
had just been fucked by three of the actors wiped her pubic 
hairs with her vest which had come off in the proceedings. 
"That was a scene to remember!" she whispered. 

From Alice's perspective the play still never got very far 
despite several more tuneless songs, some rather clumsy 
dancing and some monotonous monologues. There was 
however quite a lot of applause at the end, particularly for 
some of the more energetic of the cast. The applause never 
seemed to end as far as Alice could see, while the sweating, 
mostly naked, cast wiped semen and other stains from their 
bodies. 

"I loved the improvisation!" exclaimed one of Dodie's 
friends afterwards as Dodie and Alice bundled out of the 
theatre. "I'd say that was about 75% improvisation. Pretty 
brave!" 

"You were great, Dodie!" laughed a woman friend who 
kissed Dodie very seductively about the lips. "You really 
got the thing going. I thought it would never have got 
beyond that poor girl in the first act wobbling her breasts 
about." 

"Yes, they weren't very selective there. You could see she'd 
never done that sort of thing before! You fancy a drink?" 

Dodie and her friends took Alice with them to a very basic 
pub with rather tatty decor and a loud juke-box where they 
smoked reefers, drank bottles of beer and talked politics. 
Alice was exceedingly bored by all this, but she couldn't 
help envying Dodie's stamina. She was already making 
arrangements to stop off with some of the others, 
presumably for more love-making. 

Alice was then taken along to the house where one of the 
men, Rabbit, lived in a kind of commune. "It's totally 
different to Mouse's bourgeois home," advised Dodie. 
"How surprised she'll be when she finds out where you'll 
have been!" As she said this, they arrived at a run-down 
Victorian House, on the door of which was a bright brass 
plate with the slogan Bailiffs Out scratched on it. They 
went in without knocking, and bundled into a very large 
untidy living room. 

"How queer it seems," Alice said to Dodie. The living room 
was a mess of ethnic junk and ancient scrappy furniture. 
Cushions and broken-down armchairs were scattered about 
randomly, as also were cigarette butts and unemptied 
ash-trays. The centre-piece was a gramophone which was 
playing some noisy jazz music. 

There was a table in the window, and on it a collection of 
curious pipes and glass bottles. "Would you like some?" 
asked Dodie seeing where Alice was looking. 

"What is it?"  

"Have some!" urged Rabbit, who lit a little pile of charcoals 
in a receptacle with a petrol cigarette lighter. "It's best 
opium," he explained as he drew some of the smoke in. 
Alice wasn't at all sure what to do, but nevertheless she put 
it to her mouth and took a long breath herself (which left 
her coughing in violent discomfort). "I know something 
interesting is sure to happen," she said to herself, "so I'll 
just see what this stuff does." 

What it did make Alice was very giddy and lethargic, and 
much sooner than she had expected: before she had smoked 
very much, she found her head slumping back against the 
wall and her body slouched undignified across the settee. 
"That's quite enough - I hope I won't be sick - As it is, I 
can't sit up - I do wish I hadn't smoked so much!" 

Alas! It was too late to wish that! Her head went on 
spinning and spinning, and very soon she had to kneel on 
the floor to keep herself from vomiting: in another minute 
she could barely do this, and she tried regaining her 
position on the settee which the other guests made available 
for her. Still her head went on spinning, and, as a last 
resource, she put one arm around the shoulders of the girl 
next to her, and one foot on someone's lap, and said to 
herself, "Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What 
will become of me?" 

Luckily for Alice, the opium had now had its full effect, and 
she felt no worse: still she was very uncomfortable, and as 
she didn't know the way back to Mouse's home, no wonder 
she felt unhappy. 

She closed her eyes against the bright light of the room, but 
she couldn't close her ears against the barrage of jazz 
music. After a few minutes she heard a voice addressed to 
her. "Alice! Alice!" said the voice. "Don't you want some 
more love?" Then a hand gently shook her shoulder. Alice 
knew it was Rabbit coming to look after her, and she 
trembled till she disturbed the couple next to her. 

"Poor dear! She's not used to it is she!" came Dodie's voice. 
"Better leave her." Alice rested her head on the settee and 
tried to sleep. She heard a little shriek and a fall, and a 
crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that the 
others were enjoying themselves. 

After a while the noisy jazz stopped. There was a long 
silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now 
and then; such as "Well, I must be going now!" "It was 
lovely seeing you again and thanks for the dope!" "I really 
must be going to bed." Alice opened her eyes in the 
semi-gloom lit by only one table lamp to see Dodie 
apparently dozing on the chair opposite. "I wonder what 
they'll do with me," thought Alice. "I'm sure I don't want to 
stay here very much longer." 

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: 
at last came the rumbling of a good many voices all talking 
together, including Dodie's: she made out the words: 
"Won't she stir at all? - Will she mind if we make love? - 
Perhaps she'd join in? - She's out of it enough. - I'm sure 
she'd like it if we did - Open her legs, Dodie - She's so 
pretty!" At this stage she felt several hands stroking her 
inner thighs and some lips pecking her face. Alice groaned 
appreciatively. 

"Off with her tee-shirt!" exclaimed one girl who pushed 
Alice forward and slipped it over her head. "Urggh! She's 
been sick!"  

"Only a little bit," said another girl. "She probably wasn't 
even aware of it!" As indeed, Alice hadn't been. 

"She seems to be enjoying it!" said one of the men whom 
Alice could see through the blear of her half-closed eyes. "I 
bet you and Mouse have been training her." 

"What are you trying to say, you bastard!" said a very 
indignant Dodie. 

"Oooh, Rabbit! You've got such a big one!" exclaimed 
another girl, and Alice could see a large penis rearing up in 
front of her. "Are you to go down on her?" 

The other voices mixed up in Alice's mind: "Yes, Rabbit, 
you've always said you liked them young! - That's because 
he prefers boys, doesn't like real women - Yes, I'll do it! - 
I'll come after - if she doesn't mind of course - Go on 
Rabbit stick it in her!" 

"Oh! So Rabbit's going to come inside me, is he?" said 
Alice to herself. "I'm not having any of that. I might be 
weak, but I think I can kick a little!" 

She pulled her foot back as far as she could, and waited till 
she felt a probing finger at her cunt. When the probing 
object was replaced by one too thick and blunt to be 
anything but a prick, and she felt a hesitant rearranging of 
the people trying to stimulate her: then, saying to herself 
"This is Rabbit," she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see 
what would happen next. 

The first thing she heard was a general chorus of "There 
goes Rabbit!" then Dodie's voice alone - "Are you alright 
Rabbit!" then silence, and then another confusion of voices 
- "She got you right in the balls - Serve you right I 
suppose - Tell us all about it!" 

Last came a little feeble, gasping voice. ("That's Rabbit," 
thought Alice with a little satisfaction), "Well, I hardly 
know - No more, thanks: I'm better now - but I'm a deal 
too flustered. She's got a strong kick!" 

"Poor Alice!" said Dodie sympathetically. 

"We must take her to bed," said another of the girls. There 
was the silence of busy activity, and Alice thought to 
herself, "I wonder what they will do next!" After a minute 
or two, Dodie lifted Alice up and gave her a little kiss on 
the face. "We're sleeping in Lizard's bed. He's sleeping with 
Guinea-Pig, so there's space for us. Are you alright, love?" 

Alice nodded as Dodie led her out of the living room. A 
couple of people were gathered around Rabbit, who were 
giving him something out of a bottle. They waved 
goodnight to Alice and Dodie, as they went upstairs to a 
very flat mattress in a very untidy bedroom.  

"I'm sorry, loveliest," said Dodie as she comforted the 
distinctly uncomfortable Alice. "Too much too soon, I 
suppose." 

Alice nodded weakly and rested her head on the stained 
pillow and her arms around Dodie and went straight to 
sleep. 

 



	V

	Pig and Poppies



Alice enjoyed visiting toy-shops and sweet-shops, and she 
was always happy when Mouse or her mother lent her some 
money to look round them. Alice had just bought some 
very nice mushroom-shaped sweets from a confectioners in 
the high street and was eating them from the little paper 
bag when she saw what looked like a disembodied grin in 
front of her.  

As she looked more closely, she could see the grin 
belonged to a very dark skinned girl who was sitting in 
front of a very dark building on a little rug. She was 
wearing no clothes whatsoever except for some exotic 
pendulous ear-rings and she was surrounded by a group of 
curious onlookers. 

Alice herself was very curious so, she joined the group. The 
girl was in fact a street performer and she was displaying 
some very active masturbation to an appreciative audience 
who threw coins into a little hat the girl had in front of her. 
She was standing up with a wide grin on her face, making 
the occasional little sound of ecstasy while sliding an ivory 
dildo in and out of her vagina and massaging her clitoris 
with her fingers. She nearly doubled up on her knees with 
apparent delirium as she pressed away at her groin. 

Eventually, she released her fingers from her clitoris and 
rubbed her breasts very suggestively. She had very round 
breasts with stiff little nipples that she stimulated to keep as 
rigid as possible. She slid the dildo faster and faster while 
gasping very loudly. "Uuhh! Uuhh!" she cried. And then a 
more full-throated "Aaahh! Aaahh!" This went on for long 
enough to attract quite a large audience. Her performance 
ended with a few "Ooohh! Ooohh!"s and "Aaaargghh! 
Aaaargghh!!"s as she pulled out the clearly damp dildo 
from her vagina and smeared over her breasts, nipples and 
face the clear liquid she'd generated between her legs. 
Several of the audience applauded at this stage and more 
money was thrown into the hat. 

Gradually the audience dispersed leaving Alice alone, eating 
her mushroom-shaped sweets, with the black girl who lay 
slumped in apparent post-coital bliss. 

"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for 
she was not quite sure whether it was good manners to say 
anything, "if you're alright?" 

The black girl opened her eyes and looked up at Alice. Her 
grin reappeared and shone across her face like a beacon of 
good humour. "Of course," she said in a slightly foreign 
accent. "Why ever should I not be?" 

"You were making ever such funny noises," Alice 
commented. 

The black girl laughed. "That is my job. I sit here. Or I 
stand here. And I please myself. And if I please myself very 
much, I make good money. And if I please myself with little 
noises, I get more money. Look!" She showed Alice her 
cap which was full of coins. "That is nice money. Now I 
can eat and sleep happy." 

"So you do it only for money?" 

"Of course, my dearest," laughed the black girl. "Why else 
would I want to do this with so many people looking?" She 
smiled so wide Alice thought the corners of her mouth 
might reach her ears. "My name is Kedi. I come from 
abroad." 

"I'm Alice. I don't come from around here either." 

"No, Alice," smiled Kedi. "But you have the look of 
someone who lives here." 

"Have you always done this?" 

"No, of course I have not. I came to this country to work 
as a maid in a rich person's house. But it is some months 
now since I was working there, and this is how I make my 
money now. But it is better than prostitution, and that is 
better than not eating enough and I am content." 

"Why don't you wear any clothes?" wondered Alice. 

"In my country nobody wears clothes." 

"But you can buy clothes if you wanted?" Alice asked 
looking at the money in the hat which wouldn't buy very 
many clothes at all. 

"No," answered Kedi sadly. "The rich person I worked for 
did not pay me when I left, and if I wanted I could not buy 
clothes." 

"That's awful!"  Alice exclaimed. "Why weren't you paid?" 

"I am sure I will be paid, but because I am black I am not 
permitted into the house and I can not ask. The doorman 
will not allow me to go in." 

"Perhaps I can ask for you," Alice suggested. "I may be 
able to enter." 

"You are right," grinned Kedi. "And you are kind. I will 
show you the rich person's house." 

Kedi picked up her blanket and ivory dildo which seemed 
to be all that she owned. Alice and she walked through the 
streets away from the shops and they talked. Kedi told her 
that there were many black people living in Wonderground 
who had come from abroad to find work, but it was 
thought they were only able to do very menial work and 
people made fun of them. "In my own country people do 
not make fun of me, but in this town I hear many jokes and 
people say many odd things." 

"What is your country like?" 

"It is very poor and nobody has very much to eat or wear. 
But we are happy. I have come to this country to make 
money for my family. I have come with my brother who is 
younger than you. I worked for the rich person, Mrs 
Duchess, for many months and I worked very hard. One 
day I was told that I was not wanted any longer. I was told 
to leave but my brother stayed. I have not seen him since 
that day." 

"That's terrible! Why not?" 

"Because I am black I am not permitted to enter the house 
of Mrs Duchess. But my brother, Pig, he works there and I 
do not know if he is happy." 

As they walked, the houses became steadily more opulent 
and they passed many beautiful gardens. They were the 
loveliest gardens you ever saw. How Alice longed to 
wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those 
cool fountains. 

They came suddenly upon an open square with a big house 
four floors high. "That is the house of Mrs Duchess," 
announced Kedi. "I will wait here." She indicated a bench 
that stood in the square. Alice smiled and put a little sweet 
into her mouth and approached the big house. For a minute 
or two, she stood looking at the house and wondering what 
to do next, but she went timidly up to the door, and 
knocked. 

A footman in livery opened the door, and there was a most 
extraordinary noise going on within - a constant howling 
and shouting, and every now and then a great crash from 
the music being played. The footman looked at Alice 
vacantly, and let her in without a comment. 

The door led into a hallway and at the end of it was a living 
room from which came the sounds. The room was full of 
sweet-smelling smoke from one end to the other: Mrs 
Duchess was lying on the carpet with a small black boy 
mounted on her and fucking her: her friend, a woman with 
a large dildo strapped around her waist was leaning over 
the boy and gently prodding the boy's anus with her finger. 
Mrs Duchess was nearly naked except for some black 
suspenders and tights and a hat on her head. Her friend 
wore just a bonnet and the dildo. Mrs Duchess was very 
fat, but her friend was very thin - her breasts were almost as 
small as Alice's but crowned by much larger and clearly 
erect nipples. 

"There's certainly too much smoke in this room!" Alice said 
to herself, looking at a large hookah pipe, as well as she 
could for coughing.  There was certainly too much of it in 
the air. Even Mrs Duchess coughed occasionally: and as for 
the boy, he was coughing and crying alternately without a 
moment's pause. 

"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for 
she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her 
to speak first, "what you are doing?" 

"Fucking the boy," said Mrs Duchess, "and that's why. 
Pig!" 

She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice 
quite jumped: but she saw in another moment that it was 
addressed to the boy, and not to her, so she took courage, 
and went on again:- "I am on an errand from the boy's 
sister, Kedi, who wants to be paid." 

"It's in the hallway," said Mrs Duchess: "in an envelope 
with her name. Take it to her." 

"Thank you," Alice said very politely, feeling quite pleased 
to have settled her errand. 

"Do you want to join in?" asked Mrs Duchess. 

Alice did not at all like the suggestion as the boy really did 
not seem to enjoy the activity. Mrs Duchess's friend had 
now positioned herself above the boy and started pushing 
her groin and the dildo into the boy's arse. Mrs Duchess 
reacted by gasping as the boy pushed hard into her cunt 
with the extra thrust from behind. The boy started howling 
so much and it was impossible to tell whether the thrusts 
hurt him or not. 

"Oh, please mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping 
up and down in an agony of terror. 

"If everybody minded their own business," Mrs Duchess 
said, in a hoarse growl, "life would be much more 
pleasant." 

The two women continued playing with the boy who 
looked at Alice with a very sad expression. Tears were 
running down his cheeks and he reacted to each thrust from 
behind, which pushed the dildo deeper into his bottom, by 
another little gasp. 

"Here! Do you want to come to the garden party?" 
suddenly asked Mrs Duchess pushing off the boy whose 
struggles must have become less enjoyable. She pulled 
herself out from under him, and Alice saw his little penis 
shudder and start as it discharged. Her friend continued 
buggering him, but standing up so that Alice could see the 
dildo thrusting in and out from underneath his legs. A thin 
trickle of semen dripped down his legs. 

Mrs Duchess walked over to a closet, her fat breasts, 
stomach and buttocks wobbling as she walked. She was a 
very ugly woman and her fat fell like folds over each other. 
It was only the large nipples which differentiated the fold of 
fat which was her breasts from those which were folds of 
her stomach. Her thighs and arms were wobbling folds of 
fats with the feet and hands at the end appearing rather 
small in comparison. She picked up a gilt-edged card which 
was an invitation to a Garden Party and handed it to Alice. 
"Everyone will be there," she announced, patting Alice on 
the head. Alice was more aware of the rich smell of sweat 
and semen than of being touched. 

Alice took the card and left the living room to the hallway 
to pick up the envelope which did have the word KEDI 
written on it. Alice poked her head into the living room to 
say "Thank you" before leaving, to see Mrs Duchess 
wrapping her tongue around the small boy's penis while her 
friend continued buggering him. The small boy was still 
crying but more as grunts and sobs. "If Kedi sees Pig," she 
said to herself, "she would be very upset: but at least Pig 
doesn't have to masturbate for a living like Kedi." 

She left the house and walked over to Kedi in the middle of 
the square who was sitting cross-legged on the grass. She 
only grinned when she saw Alice, looking very 
good-natured and relaxed. 

"Kedi," Alice began, not knowing if she knew her so well as 
to be familiar. "Here's your money. And here is an 
invitation I was given to go to a garden party. Should I go 
to it?" 

Kedi took the envelope and counted the notes inside it 
grinning. "For how many people is the invitation?" she 
asked. "Why! It's for two!" said Alice. "Would you like to 
come with me?" 

"I will," grinned Kedi. "Mrs Duchess and her friends are all 
mad. I am mad, but I will help you at the party. And maybe 
I will meet my brother Pig." 

"Where will I meet you?" 

Kedi looked at the invitation card. "You'll see me there," 
she said and stood up. She bent over and kissed Alice very 
tenderly on her cheek. 

"By-the-bye, what became of my brother?" said Kedi. "I'd 
nearly forgotten to ask." 

"He is being buggered by Mrs Duchess and her friend," 
Alice answered very quietly. 

"I thought he would," said Kedi, kissing her again, this time 
on her lips. Kedi walked away carrying her blanket and 
dildo, her black buttocks moving as stately as her stride. 
She turned her head back. 

"Did you say 'buggered' or 'bothered'?" said Kedi. 

"I said 'buggered'," replied Alice. 

"All right," said Kedi and she walked on with no apparent 
disquiet. She turned back with her broad grin, which 
remained in Alice's mind some time after she had gone. 



	VI

	A Sex Tea-Party



Mouse invited Alice to a Tea-Party with her friends Henry 
and Howard. "It'll be great fun!" she said. "They're both 
mad you know!" Their house was fairly ordinary, but when 
she knocked on the door there was no answer. The name 
on the plaque quite clearly read Henry and Howard, and the 
door was open so she walked in. 

She wandered into the living room to see Henry and 
Howard sitting on the sofa with Mouse sitting between 
them, smoking a reefer and looking very sleepy and 
wearing no clothes, and the other two were leaning on her 
using her as a cushion and wearing only underwear. 

The room was a large one, but it was not at all obvious 
where Alice should sit. "Oh hello Alice!" smiled Mouse 
seeing her come in. 

"Hello," said Alice sitting down in a large armchair. 

"I'm Howard," one of the two young men announced. He 
was wearing a hat and bow-tie Alice noted, which looked 
very odd with only his underpants and socks.  	"Have 
some wine," Henry, the other one, said in an encouraging 
tone. Like Howard he wore a bow-tie but otherwise he was 
wearing only an open shirt. 

Alice looked around and saw that there were wine and 
alcoholic drinks everywhere. However, she wasn't tempted. 
"No thank you," she said. 

The conversation dropped and the party sat silent for a 
minute, while Alice wondered what it was that made Mouse 
think Henry and Howard were fun. Howard was the first to 
break the silence. "How's your cunt?" he asked. Alice was 
taken aback by this, but she realised it was in fact addressed 
to Mouse.  

"Itchy", she remarked.  

"I told you butter wouldn't suit!" he commented, looking at 
Henry. 

"It was the best butter," Henry meekly replied. 

"Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well," Mouse 
grumbled: "you shouldn't have put it in with the 
breadknife." Mouse looked at her vagina gloomily: she 
opened it wide, dripped some wine into it and looked at it 
again. While she was doing this Henry started pouring some 
more wine down her front, which also ran down into her 
wide-open vagina.  

"Treacle!" announced Howard. "Do you want some treacle, 
Alice?"  

"I like treacle," considered Alice, "but what is it with?" 

"Mouse, of course," laughed Henry who produced some 
treacle and started smearing it over Mouse's body. Howard 
pulled off his underpants and socks and licked off the 
treacle from her nipples. Henry took a banana out of the 
fruit dish and unpeeled it. "What do you think of this?" he 
asked, holding it against his penis which was beginning to 
grow to very similar dimensions to the banana. He pushed it 
into Mouse's vagina and started eating it from inside. 

Alice continued to watch this display, and thought it was 
very curious. While the banana was being eaten by Henry, 
Howard pushed his erect penis into Mouse's mouth and she 
sucked at it while her own groin was being eaten. When 
the banana was eaten, Henry pushed his penis right up 
Mouse's cunt and the dialogue Alice was listening to was 
reduced to a lot of grunting and groaning. This continued 
for several minutes until Howard pulled his penis out of 
Mouse's mouth and his semen dripped out of the corners.  

"More! More!" demanded Mouse, so Howard pulled 
Mouse over into a new position on the sofa, so that both he 
and Henry could get to Mouse's vagina. For an awkward 
moment it looked as if the three of them would collapse in 
their new quite contorted position, but finally Howard 
pushed his prick into Mouse's vagina and for a moment, 
Mouse had two penises thrusting in and out of her. 

"Why don't you join in, Alice?" asked Mouse between 
gasps. She was sandwiched between her two friends 
supported only by her knees, which were on either side of 
Henry's chest, and her hands, which held the edge of the 
sofa.  

"Yes, I'm sure there's space for us in your cunt," Howard 
considered. 

"I'm not sure if I really..." began Alice.  

"Oh, don't be silly!" gasped Mouse, but she didn't pursue 
her argument as the thrusts from her friends put her off any 
more conversation.  

Alice stayed watching a little longer, but she felt rather left 
out. On the other hand, she didn't think it was quite right to 
join in. When Henry pushed his penis up Mouse's bottom, 
Alice started thinking that perhaps she had outstayed her 
welcome. Mouse's cries became more guttural and urgent 
at this stage. "Piss on me!" she cried to Henry who was 
drinking a long draught of beer. "Gladly," he said and a 
long torrent of pee gushed out of his prick, and trickled 
through Mouse's hair and down her face. 

This piece of vulgarity was more than Alice could bear: she 
got up in great disgust and walked off: Mouse continued 
crying in ecstatic spasms, and neither of the others took the 
least notice of her going, though she looked back once or 
twice, half hoping they would call after her: the last time 
she saw them, they both had their pricks up Mouse's 
bottom. 

"At any rate I'll never go there again!" said Alice, as she left 
through the door: "It's the most disgusting tea-party I ever 
was at in all my life!"

	VII

	Turtle's Story



Alice was a polite girl and she believed that when you are 
invited to a party, as she had been by Mrs Duchess, she 
should go. This was at the house of Mr and Mrs Hart in a 
very genteel part of the town. So she put on some very 
respectable clothes that Mouse had lent her and went to the 
address. The house was enormous, and Alice wasn't sure 
that she was in the right place as she entered the front door, 
but the footman looked at her invitation card and nodded 
her through.  

Alice saw a beautiful garden through the doors in the living 
room with bright flower-beds and a cool fountain, and 
attracted by its beauty she walked in. A large rose-tree 
stood near the entrance of the garden, and just by them 
were three black boys, hardly older than her, wearing only 
little silk scarves around their necks, who were in a 
very odd position together. One of them was leaning 
against the tree holding himself up while another boy was 
behind him and seemed to be pushing his prick into the first 
boy's backside. A third boy was standing behind the two of 
them and seemed to be trying to do the same thing. The 
problem was that none of the boys appeared to enjoy what 
they were doing and their pricks were barely erect enough 
to stay lodged inside the other's bottom. Furthermore, 
the one who did have a prick inside him was not grunting 
from pleasure but more from discomfort.  

"We should have used soap," complained the middle boy 
pulling his penis out of the first boy's bottom. "Or butter. 
Cooking oil is clearly not good enough." 

"My arse hurts like hell," complained the first boy stroking 
his bottom with his middle finger. 

"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, a little timidly, 
"why you are doing that?" 

The first two boys said nothing, but looked at the third boy, 
who was in least discomfort, who began, in a low voice, 
"Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, we are supposed to be 
buggering each other in a row for when the guests arrive 
and if Madam finds that we aren't doing it we should all 
lose our jobs, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our 
best before she comes, to -" At this moment, the first boy, 
who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called 
out "Madam! Madam!" and the three boys instantly threw 
themselves flat upon their faces with their bums sticking out 
suggestively into the air. There was a sound of many 
footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to see the other 
guests. 

There were a motley bunch of people dressed in the most 
peculiar ways. Some wore leather outfits that covered their 
faces and most of the body except for their genitals and 
nipples. Some wore nothing at all. Many wore only clothes 
that covered some of the body but seemingly never their 
genitals. There were several children - almost all naked - 
and they came jumping merrily along, hand in hand, in 
couples. In amongst the guests, Alice last saw the hosts 
who were Mr and Mrs Hart. Mrs Hart was clearly the most 
dominant, wearing a striking combination of leather and 
chains which did little to hide the fact that she was rather 
old and that her skin and breasts were quite seriously 
sagging. Even so, she seemed to have no shame about 
displaying her drooping nipples which balanced at the top 
of the creases of her folded stomach and the threadbare 
patch of her crotch which was just beneath. 

When the procession came opposite Alice, they all stopped 
and looked at her, and Mrs Hart said, severely, "Who is 
this?" She said it to a young gentleman, possibly a butler, 
who was almost modestly clothed in a jacket without 
underpants or trousers, who only bowed and smiled in 
reply. 

"Idiot!" said Mrs Hart, smacking him with a cane 
impatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went on: "What's 
your name, child?" 

"My name is Alice," said Alice very politely. 

"And who are these?" said Mrs Hart to the butler, pointing 
to the three black boys who were lying round the rose-tree, 
"Stand them up!"  

The butler did so, very carefully, with one foot.  

"Get up!" said Mrs Hart in a shrill loud voice, and the three 
boys instantly jumped up, and began bowing to her and the 
other guests. "Why weren't you doing what I told you to 
do?" 

"May it please you Madam," said one of the boys, in a very 
humble tone, "we were trying..." 

"I see!" said Mrs Hart. "Fuck off and don't come back!" 
The procession moved on, and the unfortunate boys 
scampered away.  

Mrs Hart and the others moved on to the lawn where the 
guests all settled down on the grass. Alice thought she had 
never seen such a curious scene in her life as the activity 
which followed. The guests jumped on top of each other and 
made love. Some of the men were buggered by some of the 
women. Some women started making love to other women and 
some men to other men. The whole lawn was a writhing mass 
of naked and half-naked bodies. Mrs Hart was wandering 
around giving instructions to the guests as to how they 
should be conducting their sexual activities with each 
other. 

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not 
expected the garden party to be anything like this and she 
didn't want to do any of the things that Mrs Hart was 
instructing the guests to do. She was sure Mrs Hart would 
approach her any minute, "and then," thought she, "what 
would become of me?" 

She was looking for some way of escape, and wondering 
whether she could get away without being seen, when she 
noticed a grin in the distance and she said to herself, "It's 
Kedi: now I shall have somebody to talk to." 

"How are you getting on?" said Kedi, as soon as Alice 
approached her. Kedi was, as before, wearing no clothes, 
but she seemed modest in comparison to the additional 
accoutrements worn by the guests. Alice began an account 
of what was going on, feeling very glad she had someone to 
listen to her. 

"How do you like Mrs Hart?" said Kedi in a low voice. 

"Not at all," said Alice. 

"Who are you talking to?" said Mr Hart who was dressed in 
only an open cloak and a hat, coming up to Alice, and 
looking at Kedi with great curiosity. 

"It's a friend of mine - Kedi," said Alice: "allow me to 
introduce her." 

"I don't like the look of her at all," said Mr Hart: "however, 
she may suck my prick, if she likes." 

"I'd rather not," Kedi remarked. 

"Don't be impertinent," said Mr Hart. "Well she's a filthy 
sambo and she must be removed," he said very decidedly; 
and he called to his wife, who was passing at the moment, 
"My dear! I wish you would have this blackamoor 
removed." 

Mrs Hart had only one way of settling all difficulties, great 
or small. "Fuck off!" she said without even looking round. 

Alice could think of nothing else to say but "She's a servant 
of Mrs Duchess: you'd better ask her about it." 

"Well," Mrs Hart said to a servant: "fetch her here." And 
the servant, who was wearing leather bondage and a mask 
which covered all his face but his eyes, went off like an 
arrow. 

Kedi kissed Alice sweetly on the lip and smiled and walked 
off without a word as soon as he was gone, and, by the 
time he had come back with Mrs Duchess, she had entirely 
disappeared. Mrs Duchess was dressed as before in just 
stockings and with her hair pulled up into a bouffant, so 
that from top to toe her ugliness was displayed in all its true 
grossness. 

"You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear 
old thing!" said Mrs Duchess, as she tucked her arm 
affectionately into Alice's, and they walked off together.

Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, 
and thought to herself that perhaps it was only drugs that 
had made her so brutal when they met before.

"Do you want to make love with me, dearie?" Mrs Duchess 
asked Alice pleasantly.

"No thank you," said Alice honestly.

"It'll be fun you know," smiled Mrs Duchess sticking her 
ugly face close to Alice's and holding Alice's buttocks with 
her hands. 

Alice wriggled free. "I'm sure I shouldn't be doing anything 
like that," she protested. "Why! I hardly know you."

"Come on! You don't know what fun it would be. Just say 
yes."

"I've a right to say no," said Alice sharply, for she was 
beginning to feel a little alarmed.

"Just about as much right," said Mrs Duchess, "as pigs have 
to fuck people: and - "

But here, to Alice's great surprise, Mrs Duchess's voice 
died away, and the arm that was linked into hers began to 
tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood Mrs Hart in front 
of them, with her arms folded, frowning like 
a thunderstorm.

"Fuck off," shouted Mrs Hart, hitting Mrs Duchess with a 
cane, and in a moment Alice's would-be lover was gone.

"Let's go on with the game," Mrs Hart said to Alice; and 
Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly 
followed her back to the other guests. The other guests had 
taken advantage of their hostess's absence, and were resting 
in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they 
hurried back to their love-making. 

Mrs Hart turned to Alice, "Have you seen the Mock 
Woman yet?"

"No," said Alice, "I don't even know what a Mock Woman 
is."

"It's a woman with a prick," said Mrs Hart.

"I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice, forgetting 
the woman with the erect penis she saw before she caught 
the train to this district while her sister was making love.

"Come on, then," said Mrs Hart, "and she or he shall tell 
you his or her history."

They very soon came upon a naked woman resting in the 
sun. At least Alice was sure she was a woman, because she 
had a cunt, but her body was built up and very muscular 
and seemed to shine with a peculiar kind of oil. Her 
breasts which might seem normal on a much smaller woman 
were dwarfed by the muscles of her chest. "Up, lazy thing!" 
said Mrs Hart, "and take this young lady to see Turtle, the 
Mock Woman, and to hear her history. I must go back and 
see after some mock executions I have ordered;" and she 
walked off, leaving Alice with the naked muscular woman. 
Alice did not quite like the look of her, but on the whole 
she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with her as to 
go after that savage Mrs Hart: so she waited.

The woman sat up. "My name is Gryphon," she said in a 
voice that was almost deep enough to be a man's. "Come 
on!"

They had not gone far before they saw Turtle, the Mock 
Woman in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little 
ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear 
him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied 
him deeply. "What is his sorrow?" she asked Gryphon. And 
she shrugged and smiled.

So they went up to Turtle, who looked at them with large 
eyes full of tears, but said nothing. He certainly looked like 
a woman, and like Gryphon was wearing no clothes. He 
had a convincing pair of breasts, and he wore his hair like a 
woman. He also wore make-up just as a woman might. But 
his hips were like a man's and as Mrs Hart had warned 
Alice, instead of a cunt he had a good sized penis between 
his legs.

"This here young lady," said Gryphon, "she wants for to 
know your history she do."

"I'll tell it to her," said Turtle in a deep, hollow tone. "Sit 
down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished. 
Once," he said with a deep sigh, "I was a real man."

These words were followed by a very long silence, broken 
only by Turtle's constant heavy sobbing. "When we were 
little," Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still 
sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school and I was 
a little boy. I wanted to be a little girl and so when I was 
older and had the money I changed myself to a girl. And, as 
you see, I couldn't bear to lose my penis. So now I am a 
woman with a prick. But a prick that can't do anything."

"It's true," said Gryphon who leaned over to Turtle's penis 
and held it in her hands. She started stroking it and then put 
it into her mouth. She pulled the long flaccid length of it 
through her lips and pulled it out. It stretched out, but was 
just as limp. "Whatever you do, it stays the same."

"But can't you get it stiff sometimes?" wondered Alice who 
had seen so many erect penises recently she was sure it was 
a fairly simple matter.

"When I was younger, the thought of being a woman would 
make it so stiff that I could balance a book on the end of 
it," boasted Turtle. "I used to be able to fuck women just 
like all the other boys. But I loved women because I 
wanted to be one. Now I can only use it for going to the 
toilet."

"Why don't you have it taken off and be a real woman?" 
wondered Alice.

"I can't bear to lose it. That is my tragedy. I can't bear to be 
a man and I can't face losing my penis."

"The only sex Turtle has is up his backside - and he's got 
such a tight little arse-hole," Gryphon commented.

"It must be so much better when you've got a cunt," 
remarked Turtle. He looked at Alice. "What's yours like?"

Alice felt a little embarrassed, but then both Turtle and 
Gryphon were naked so she felt there was nothing wrong 
with showing her vagina. So she pulled up her dress and her 
knickers down to her ankles and off. She held her dress up 
so that Gryphon and Turtle could see. Both Turtle and 
Gryphon stroked the smooth skin with their fingers. 

"It's so beautiful!" exclaimed Turtle. "If only I could stick 
my prick up inside it."

Alice was about to say that she wouldn't allow that, when a 
cry of "The show's beginning!" was heard in the distance.

"Come on!" cried Gryphon, and taking Alice by the hand, 
who was holding her knickers in her other hand, she hurried 
off.

"What show is it?" Alice panted as she ran; but Gryphon 
only answered "Come on!" and ran the faster.

Mr and Mrs Hart were seated on garden chairs when they 
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them. One of 
the guests was standing before them, in chains, with 
another guest on each side to guard him. Alice was not at 
all sure what sort of show there was going to be, but she 
feared that it would have some perverted sexual element. 
She sat down on the grass next to a girl who looked just a 
bit like Mouse, but was not in fact. It was a little crowded, 
so she had to sit between the legs of a naked gentleman just 
behind her. 	

"Is everyone here?" asked Mr Hart looking around him. No 
one disagreed with him, so he announced "First show!" 
	

The first show was Howard, who Alice hadn't seen since he 
was with Mouse. He came in wearing nothing on but a pair 
of shoes and a bottle of wine. "I beg pardon, madam," he 
began, "for dressing like this, but I hadn't known I would be 
sent for." Mr and Mrs Hart examined Howard with 
apparent disdain, and then Mrs Hart said "Your penalty is 
to be fucked by one of my boys." 

Howard didn't look very happy, but a black boy came out of 
the crowd wearing nothing but a very large erection and 
came up to Howard and started caressing his backside. Howard 
looked quite uncomfortable as the boy eased his fingers in 
and out of Howard's anus. Just at this moment Alice felt a 
very curious sensation, which puzzled her a good deal until 
she made out what it was: the penis of the gentleman just 
behind her was beginning to get larger and press against her 
bottom through the skirt. She thought at first she would get 
up and leave; but on second thought she decided to remain 
where she was as long as he didn't do any more. 	

"I wish you wouldn't squeeze so," said Alice.  	

"I can't help it," said the gentleman very meekly: "I'm 
getting very excited." 	

"You've no right to push it into me," said Alice. And she 
got up and crossed over to another patch of grass. 	

All this time the audience had never left off staring at 
Howard, who was very nervous as the boy eased his erect 
penis into Howard's backside. Here one of the small girls in 
the audience - younger than Alice, she thought - cheered, 
and was immediately jumped on by another member of the 
audience. He turned her over and pushed his penis into her 
backside, while another member of the audience put his penis 
in the girl's mouth, which she started to suck with what 
seemed to Alice a practised air. The audience's attention 
was divided between the girl who was enjoying what was 
happening and Howard who clearly wasn't. 	

"If that's the best you can do," said Mr Hart to Howard, 
"you may stand down." 	

At this stage the boy removed his penis from Howard's 
backside and spread his semen all over Howard's back. 
Here another girl cheered, and was similarly attacked by 
another man in the audience. This girl did not seem to enjoy 
it at all, but this, if anything, seemed to excite the audience 
more. For several minutes, the audience cheered as the girl 
was fucked from behind and was screaming quite pitifully. 
Her shoulders were pushed right down onto the ground to 
prevent her moving and her mouth was facing sideways as 
each little scream came out. Fortunately for her, the man 
who was fucking her got over-excited in less than three 
minutes and had soon discharged his semen, which 
splattered quite visibly over the girl's buttocks as he pulled 
it out together with some darker coloured liquid which 
could have been either blood or shit. 

"Call the next show!" said Mr Hart. 	

The next on was Mrs Duchess' friend. She was wearing just 
stockings and a large hat which covered her hair and a veil 
which covered her rather ugly face. She carried a large 
dildo in her hand and prodded it at people's bottoms or 
crotches as she made her way to the centre of the forum. 

"Bugger her," said Mr Hart pointing at a girl in the 
audience whom Alice recognised as being Mouse, who 
must have come in with Howard and was sitting next to 
Henry. She was wearing nothing but a little silk smock 
which came to just above her navel and looking very sweet. 
She didn't appear very happy about her nomination. 

"Please don't," gasped Mouse in a quite small voice. 
	
"Collar that girl!" Mrs Hart shrieked out. "She has no 
choice! Bring her to the centre!" 	

For some minutes the whole audience was in confusion, 
dragging her as she struggled to get free to the centre and 
then pushed her roughly to the ground. In the process 
Mouse's silk smock was ripped down the front and one of 
her breasts flopped out. In a trice, Mrs Duchess' friend had 
immobilised Mouse and had strapped the dildo, which was 
at least twelve inches long, to her waist. She then started 
pushing it into Mouse's anus as Mouse screeched and 
screamed in pain. Alice was rather horrified at the show, 
which really didn't seem any better than an excuse for rape. 
	
Mouse struggled at one point and almost detached herself 
from the woman at which point another member of the 
audience came down and held Mouse's hands firmly to the 
ground. This was the cue for a man in the audience, who 
was wearing only a very ugly leather mask over his face, to 
come down, push Mouse's body up into a new angle and 
pushed his erect penis into Mouse's cunt. This went on for 
several minutes, during which Alice was very troubled for 
her friend, but after a while it was finished and Mouse 
was taken away by a woman in the audience wearing only a 
little nurse's hat and comforted her. Alice couldn't help 
noticing a little trickle of blood running down the inside 
of Mouse's thigh. 	

"Never mind!" said Mr Hart, as Mrs Duchess' friend picked 
up Mouse's discarded silk smock which was by now in a 
very torn state. "Call the next show."  	

Alice watched one of the servants fumble over a list, feeling 
very curious to see what the next show would be like and hoped 
it would be less like a rape. Imagine her displeasure, when 
the servant read out, at the top of his shrill little voice, 
the name "Alice!" 	

"Here!" cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the 
moment how she could be so badly treated. Mr and Mrs 
Hart looked at Alice with a look of apparently malevolent 
glee. 	

"It's time for a train!" announced Mrs Hart, picking up a 
strapped dildo.

"Yes, a train," agreed a male guest. 	

"Excuse me, what is a train?" wondered Alice, who could 
only think of steam engines and possibly diesel powered 
ones. 	

"It's when everyone takes turns to fuck you," explained a 
little girl, about nine, sitting next to her and wearing 
nothing but a pair of silk stockings. "Everyone queues up 
like the carriages of a train and one after another fuck you 
in turn." 	

"You can't do that!" shrieked Alice standing up and getting 
ready to run. 	

"Yes, we can," said another guest holding onto one of her 
shoulders. Another held onto her foot. And another onto 
her hand. Alice was dragged to the ground and then she felt 
the layers of clothes she was wearing being ripped off one 
by one. Off came her pinafore. Down came her skirt. Off 
came her vest. Her knickers were ripped down the centre. 
While this was happening Alice was kicking and struggling 
and yelling. 	

"Calm down," said a girl's voice softly from behind her, 
who was caressing her hair in almost a kindly way. "It'll 
only make it worse to struggle." 	

Alice took the advice and collapsed into an apparently 
defeated state. She was now wearing no clothes except a 
small pair of white socks and her legs were forced open to 
display the smooth crotch where no hair had ever grown. 
She looked up hopelessly at the audience who gradually 
eased their grip on her as they saw her apparent submission. 
She saw through her tear-filled eyes that a line of guests, 
both men and women, and, it seemed, animals, were 
forming in front of her, almost certainly to start fucking her. 

The first guest approached, whom Alice could see was Mr 
Hart. His penis was sticking up and he was supporting it by 
stroking it with his hand. He came over to Alice and leaned 
over her. She could see right up his nostrils, which to her 
eyes looked an evil sight and there appeared to be some 
slobber coming from the corner of his mouth. 	

At this stage Alice remembered her encounter with Rabbit 
and she also reasoned that now was her last time for 
escape. So as Mr Hart leaned over, stroking Alice's 
stomach and guiding his penis towards Alice's cunt, Alice 
pulled back her knee as far as she could. "You're a pretty 
little girl!" commented Mr Hart just before Alice pushed all 
her strength into a hefty knee movement straight into Mr 
Hart's testicles. 	There was no time to wait as Mr 
Hart yelled in pain from the sudden impact as Alice 
struggled loose from the weakened grip of her captors and 
ran naked as fast as her legs could take her through the 
audience (who didn't actually make any effort to stop her) 
and towards the entrance to the garden. As she ran, she 
yelled a scream as loud as she could, half of fright and half 
of anger, and was soon out of Mrs Hart's property and in 
the street but wearing nothing but the one white sock that 
hadn't come off in the struggle. 	



	VIII

	Alice's Homecoming



Alice was pleased to see that Kedi out there as if she 
had been expecting her. Alice ran into Kedi's arms, who 
held her tightly and comforted her as Alice gulped out her 
sobs. "It was horrible! Horrible!" she sobbed. "A real 
nightmare!" 

"I think," said Kedi kindly, "it's time for you to go home." 
And with that she steered Alice away from Mrs Hart's 
house and towards the nearest bus-stop. 

Kedi took Alice to Mouse's house, and after advising 
Mouse's mother of the situation she took some clothes 
which both she and Alice could wear. She then escorted 
Alice to an underground railway station and proceeded to 
take her back to Alice's own home and her sister. 

Dinah, Alice's sister, was very surprised to see her sister 
after so long, and was almost too surprised at first to 
evaluate the peculiarity of her being brought home by this 
stately black woman, Kedi. She had felt very guilty for the 
unannounced disappearance of her sister, as it had 
happened while she had been so very much preoccupied in 
other affairs. But she thanked Kedi for kindly returning her 
home and heard from her about Alice's ordeals at the party. 

Dinah took Alice into the bedroom and laid her down in her 
bed. She carefully removed Mouse's clothes, so Alice lay 
naked. Dinah took Alice into the bathroom and sat Alice in 
its hot waters and sat next to her while listening to 
Alice recounting her adventures after boarding the 
underground train. For some reason, she found the stories 
she told quite stimulating, particularly, she thought 
regarding her sister, that they happened to such a pretty 
little girl. 

After the bath, Alice and Dinah went back into Dinah's 
bathroom with Alice wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Dinah 
lay Alice down and stroked Alice's hair and got Alice to 
once more recount her wonderful Adventures, particularly, 
she said, the sexy bits. While Alice chatted, Dinah thought 
mostly of Alice herself. She looked lovingly at the tiny 
hands clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes 
looking up into hers - and she listened to the very tones of 
her voice, and she grinned indulgently at that queer little 
toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would 
always get into her eyes - and still as she listened, her hand 
wandered down to her crotch. Dinah was wearing only 
her slip with her knickers already assigned to the wash, so it 
was easy for her to stroke her own crotch as she held 
Alice's hand in hers and looked lovingly into Alice's eyes. 

She listened to the attempted rape by Rabbit, which 
horrified her but only made her the more protective 
towards Alice, who she supported about the shoulders as 
she told her distressing tale. Then she listened to the 
account of Mouse first making love to her and Dinah 
moved a hand down to Alice's crotch and brushed 
the smooth hairlessness of it as Alice recounted how Mouse 
put her fingers into it and then her tongue. As Alice told the 
account of how Howard and Henry indulged in a very 
peculiar meal with Mouse, Dinah's index finger made its 
way into Alice's own little vagina and lovingly caressed 
Alice's clitoris. She cuddled Alice's frightened little body as 
she told of the horrid sadistic games Mrs Hart would play. 
She rained kisses on Alice's upturned face as her eyes 
welled with tears of anger and self-pity. She clasped Alice's 
buttocks in her hands as she listened to how Pig was 
sodomised by Mrs Duchess and her friend while very loud 
music crashed around them. She kissed Alice's clitoris as 
she heard about Gryphon's peculiarly shaped body. Her 
tongue was deep inside Alice's cunt as she heard of the rape 
of the little girls during Mrs Hart's sex show. She nipped at 
Alice's clitoris with her teeth as she heard of the plight of 
Turtle, the Mock Woman. 

The two girls were soon rolling about in a frenzy of 
sexual passion, stimulated by Dinah's reflections of Alice's 
Adventures. A world of sexual fantasy that made her own 
sex-life seem so dull. While she had been recovering from 
sex that day wondering where her sister had gone, only the 
grass rustling in the wind and the pool rippling to the 
waving of the reeds seemed to be the sounds around. Alice 
meanwhile had gone to a land of sex parties, sado-masochism, 
sodomy, transsexualism and bisexuality. 

After Alice and she had made love, Dinah pictured to 
herself how this same little sister would, in the after-time, 
be herself a grown girl; and how she would have all sorts of 
new sexual adventures and how wonderful it would be if 
she could participate in them - perhaps she and Alice 
together with a man or another girl or even with Kedi who 
was staying at their house at the time. And she thought of 
all the ways that their sex-life could be stimulated in years 
to come, and with these thoughts she drew Alice close to 
her for more love-making. 

 

	IX

	Alice's House



One thing was certain, that Blanche had had nothing to do 
with Alice - it was Kedi entirely who made love to her. For 
Blanche, Dinah's plump friend had been making love to 
Dinah for the last quarter of an hour (and enjoying it pretty 
well): so you see only Kedi could have been making love to 
Alice. 

The way Dinah made love to her girlfriends was just as 
passionate and sensitive as the way she made love to Alice. 
Kedi had made love to Dinah earlier in the afternoon, and 
so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great 
sofa, Kedi was having a grand game of romps with her 
young little body, which was, like that of all the other girls 
in the living room, free of all encumbrance.  

"Oh, you wicked wicked thing!" cried Alice, catching up 
with Kedi, and giving her a little kiss. "Really, Dinah ought 
to have totally worn you out! You ought, Dinah, you know 
you ought!" she added looking reproachfully at her sister, 
and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage - and 
then she scrambled back into the sofa, pulling Kedi back 
and showering her breasts with kisses. Kedi rested very 
demurely on top of her, watching Alice's love-making, and 
now and then putting her lips out and gently pressing them 
against Alice's forehead. 

After a while the two girls got quite passionate and then 
soon wore out their passion for each other on the sofa. 
Alice looked across the room at her sister and Blanche who 
seemed similarly sated by their own love-making. Kedi 
smiled indulgently at Alice and lay down on her back on the 
sofa. Alice who had somehow fallen to the floor and 
knocked over the Chess set that had been set out for a 
game that Blanche and Kedi had been playing earlier.  

Alice stood up and leaned against the mantelpiece looking 
out at the rest of the room. She smiled indulgently at 
Blanche and Dinah who were curled up together in one 
mass of white flesh. Blanche came from Brook, a district 
where nudity was the norm rather than the exception, and 
felt most comfortable naked anyway. Most of the white 
flesh that Alice could see belonged to Blanche, who was a 
very plump girl, but one on whom plumpness was actually 
very attractive, unlike, Alice couldn't help wincing, Mrs 
Duchess. Kedi also came from a place where nudity was the 
norm, but that was another country and not just another 
district. The two girls were always naked, whatever the 
occasion - one black and the other white - just like chess 
pieces. 

Alice turned round and looked at the same view of the 
room through the looking-glass over the mantle-piece. The 
view was different mostly in that Alice could see herself, a 
girl who differed most from the others by her tenderer 
years. A girl too young for breasts and still a little bit of a 
tummy above her smooth crotch. She wandered to the 
window and looked out into the garden next door where 
she could see an oldish gentleman making love to a much 
younger woman on the lawn. He didn't appear to be 
very expert and indeed he was balancing very badly on top 
of her. The younger woman didn't seem to mind, but Alice 
couldn't help thinking that there didn't appear to be a lot of 
passion in their love-making. 

There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while 
she was watching the old man she turned over the leaves, to 
find some part that she could read. It looked at first sight 
like a normal children's book - the sort of book that perhaps 
Enid Blyton might write - and, indeed, it was a collection of 
shortish books gathered together in an omnibus edition. 
Curiously however although the protagonists were all 
children as the pictures made clear and the style was 
pitched at children of Alice's age the subject matter was 
what Alice had always been made to understand to be very 
adult.  

The stories seemed to concern the sexual adventures 
and misadventures of children mostly with other children 
and very rarely with adults. The pictures and text didn't, 
however, leave very much to the imagination. There were 
drawings of children with erect penises, close-ups of little 
girl's vaginas and many pictures of girls and boys doing all 
sorts of sexual things with each other. The main saving 
grace that Alice could see was that no adults participated, 
even though there was often an adult man or woman 
watching or masturbating. 

"That's a book I brought here from Brook," commented 
Blanche, who had been watching Alice read the book. "The 
authoress, Honore L'Oeuf, is very popular. She's written 
lots of best-sellers." 

"But children's books aren't like that here!" commented 
Alice. 

"And more's the pity," smiled Blanche. "People here seem 
to think children don't have any sexual desires at all until 
they're older. In Brook nobody thinks it strange for children 
to have sexual fantasies or even to make love to each 
other." 

Alice looked at the book more closely. "Isn't it a 
little disgusting what all these children are doing?" 

"Isn't what you and Kedi do together just as 
disgusting," retorted Blanche. 

Kedi heard her name and looked up at Alice whose back 
was now to the window and whose figure now was a 
silhouette framed by the sunlight. "It's not at all disgusting," 
Kedi said, defending Alice. 

Blanche let Alice borrow the book, The Collected Works of 
Honore L'Oeuf, and Alice took it with her to bed to read that 
night. In most of the stories, the tales seemed to be just 
like all the other children's stories Alice had ever read 
except that whereas in most stories the plot was centred 
around some mystery or focused towards the solution of 
particular problems, in these stories the main event was 
sexual and the plots were concerned in how these sexual 
events came to take place and what these sexual encounters 
entailed. 

In the world of Honore L'Oeuf, sex was always genial, - 
never violent nor disturbing, - was always desired and never 
complicated by after-effects such as pregnancy or venereal 
disease or worse. Rape was unheard of, "No" was always 
an accepted response to sexual advance and all the children 
had very attractive bodies and larger-than-life sex-drives.  

Alice found the stories very erotic - much more so than 
all the pornography or erotica she had seen for the attention 
of older people. Perhaps it was because it was designed to 
satisfy the desires and fantasies of pre-pubescents rather 
than of adults who pretended to already know it all.  

She also found it arousing that in none of the pictures 
did anyone wear any clothes. This, as Blanche explained, 
was because in Brook it was normal not to wear clothes - 
and indeed not wearing clothes wasn't considered a sexual 
thing to do at all. Alice liked what she heard about Brook 
and she was very soon hinting to Blanche and Dinah that 
what she would like to do very soon would be to go on 
holiday to Brook. 

"But of course sweetest," said Blanche giving Alice such a 
sweet little kiss on the mouth. "But remember - no 
clothes!"  

	X

	The Garden of Opportunity



Inspired by Honore L'Oeuf's novels, Alice tried interesting 
her schoolfriends with sexual adventures and invited a few 
to her home. Most of them were little girls like Alice, but 
one or two were boys. Alice and her friends played in the 
garden, their clothes discarded, just hidden from sight by 
the undergrowth. They read aloud chapters from the 
Honore L'Oeuf omnibus and when properly aroused, they 
played with each other. The boys and girls made very little 
distinction between whom they chose to play with and indeed 
the two boys were most interested in each other's little 
penises.  

"O Tiger-Lilly!" gasped Alice, removing her tongue from 
her friend's bare vagina, "I wish you had a prick!" 

"But I do!" said Tiger-Lilly. "Put your tongue further up 
and feel it. Then you'll see." 

Alice did so, and felt Tiger-Lilly's clitoris. "It's very 
hard," she said: "but it's not the same thing." 

"She's coming!" said Larkspur talking about Rose whom 
she was stimulating with her finger. "Hear her gasps. 
Aaaahh! Aaaahh! Aaaahh!" 

Alice looked round eagerly to see Rose gasping, the 
smooth skin of her nearly flat chest pouring sweat as her 
buttocks trembled with excitement, and then saw Kedi 
looking at the children playing from a distance away. As 
usual, she was wearing no clothes and had a frown on her 
face. 

"I think I'll go and meet her," said Alice, for, though 
her friends were interesting enough, she felt that it would 
be far more satisfying to spend time with Kedi. 

"You can't possibly do that," said Rose: "She'd tell you 
off." 

This sounded nonsense to Alice as she knew Kedi so well, 
so she walked up to Kedi, who indeed did not seem as 
happy as usual. 

"You really oughtn't encourage your friends like that," said 
Kedi firmly. "What do you think their parents will think?" 

Alice wondered a little at this, but she was too much in 
love with Kedi to argue. "I hadn't thought," she 
apologised. 

"In Brook this sort of thing is perfectly all right, but here 
you must be more sensible," explained Kedi. "In different 
places there are different rules of behaviour. In some 
countries, it is children who have sex and the adults must 
not. In some countries only anal sex is allowed and other 
forms of sexual intercourse are frowned on. In some 
countries, people are only allowed to make love with 
people of the same sex and never with people of other 
sexes." 

"Why is that?" wondered Alice. 

"In every place there may be a good reason," explained 
Kedi indulgently, "but mostly it is just custom. Here it is 
not the custom for children to make love together. It is 
thought indecent and if your friends tell their parents of 
what they have been doing their mothers and fathers will be 
very cross." 

"What is it like in your country?" 

"In my country, clothes are disapproved of. They are 
considered as merely ways of hiding oneself from others. 
They are thought of as a kind of deceit. It is also believed 
that they are an unnecessary luxury in a warm country 
which merely displays a disreputable ostentatiousness. In 
my country, people are proud of their bodies and are not 
ashamed of how they change as they get older." 

"Is it like that in Brook?" 

"Brook is different. It is not a foreign country and in many 
ways its attitudes are like those here. It is just that there 
are enough enlightened people who think that wearing 
clothes is a choice and that one should choose oneself how 
much one wears. Brook is not far from here. You should 
visit it and then you will know what it is like." 

"Why is it called Brook?" 

"Because there are many brooks. But there are also many 
woods and hedges. It is a pleasant place with a lovely 
climate. Do you want to go?" 

"Yes I do!" said Alice positively. "I would very much like 
to." 

"That's easily managed. You can visit Blanche and I will 
visit you there if you like -" Just at this moment, somehow 
or other, they began to make love. 

Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over 
afterwards, how it was they began: all she remembers is, 
that they were rolling around together on the grass, and 
Kedi was exercising Alice's clitoris with her fingers so 
vigorously that she was helpless with passion: and still Kedi 
kept gasping encouragement. 

The most curious part of the thing was, that Alice's friends, 
who had bored of sex-games, never seemed to notice the 
two girls together at all, or if they did, they made no sign of 
it. And Kedi opened her legs and pushed Alice's fingers 
deep inside her vagina motioning her to do the same to her 
as she was to Alice. She cried "Faster! Don't try to 
talk!" Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt as 
if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so 
much out of breath in excitement: and still Kedi cried 
"Faster! Faster!" and nibbled Alice's clitoris with her teeth. 
"Have you nearly come?" Alice managed to pant out at 
last. 

"Nearly there!" Kedi repeated. "Faster!" And they 
continued for some time in silence, with the blood rushing 
to Alice's ears and her body aching with passion and 
exertion. 

"Now! Now!" cried Kedi. "Faster! Faster!" And her body 
shivered so violently, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting 
quite exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself 
sprawled on her back on the ground, breathless and giddy. 

Kedi propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, "Let's 
rest a little now." 

Alice sighed. "I am so hot and thirsty!" 

"I know what you'd like!" Kedi said good-naturedly 
opening a bottle of water which she proffered to Alice. 
Alice sipped from it and then Kedi took it from her and 
splashed water over her face and between her legs. She 
then handed it back to Alice who did the same thing. 

"While you're refreshing yourself," said Kedi, "I'll tell you 
the arrangements. You will take a train to Brook, and then 
walk through the woods to Blanche's house which is just by 
a river. There you might meet the writer, Honore L'Oeuf, 
whose books you enjoy so much." 

Alice nodded as she took in the arrangements, which she 
assumed had been made between Kedi, Blanche and Dinah. 
Adults were always running your life! she thought. 

"Then you might want to look round the forests of Brook 
and you might meet people and then I'll meet you and 
Blanche, and it's all feasting and fun!"  

Alice smiled in gratitude. "I look forward to it," she said. 

"Now run back and play with your friends," advised Kedi 
with an indulgent smile. "But impress on them not to tell 
their parents of what they've been up to, or there'll be all 
sorts of trouble!" 

Alice said she would and left Kedi to wander around the 
garden. She joined her friends and in next to no time they 
were all excitedly stimulating each other and the boys were 
persuaded to stick their little penises up each other's 
bottoms.  

	XI

	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." 

	XII

Honore L'Oeuf



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.



	XIII

	Leon and Une



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."

	XIV

	Alice's Birthday Party



It was Alice's birthday. "A teenager at last!" said 
Alice. "Well, this is grand! I should be a Teenager so soon." 
Kedi and Blanche were organising her birthday party, and 
she wasn't at all surprised to see the two of them lying next 
to her, one on each side. 

"Yes, it's a great responsibility, child," said 
Blanche indulgently stroking Alice's naked body. "You're so 
nearly a grown up you know." 

"I'm so looking forward to my birthday party!" Alice 
continued. "I wonder who'll be there." 

"Plenty of people dearest," assured Kedi, entwining her 
legs around Alice's own. "Mostly people from Brook, of 
course. There'll be Honore who's writing a new book ..." 

"A new book...?" wondered Alice. 

"Yes, it's about a magical country that two brothers and 
two sisters visit," enthused Blanche. "And in this country 
they meet a transsexual who's very sad because the country 
has had a change of government where all sex is illegal and 
anyone found having sex is turned to stone. And they help 
to overthrow the evil government and the wicked queen 
who is the only person allowed to have sex in the whole 
country." 

"It sounds like a very political book for children to 
read," sniffed Kedi. 

"Honore tells me it's religious allegory," commented 
Blanche. "Anyway, there'll also be my brother, Howard and 
Henry, Mouse and so many others. We'll have a lovely 
time. Ooh! I can almost feel Leon's prick in my body now. 
It makes me feel so excited just thinking about it!" 

Kedi leaned over Alice's body which was supported on her 
elbows and stroked Blanche's fat white thighs. Alice felt a 
sudden pang of lust as she compared Kedi's so black hand 
to Blanche's marble white skin. Kedi moved her hand up 
Blanche's thigh and felt her crotch. "You are hot!" she 
exclaimed. 

"And I'll be even hotter this evening," Blanche said. "It'll 
be such fun, won't it." 

"It will be," agreed Kedi leaning even more over Alice's 
body so that she could feel her breasts on her little round 
knees. She took one of Blanche's large round breasts in her 
other hand and idly traced around it. "It will be." She 
glanced at Alice. "Be a darling, and stroke my pussy will 
you!" Alice nodded and with a little shyness she put one of 
her hands round to the cleavage of Kedi's buttocks and 
underneath to take Kedi's furry black and slightly moist 
vagina. And in no time at all the three girls were making 
love together - a writhing mass of bodies - of which 
in weight and mass Blanche probably contributed more than 
half. Alice felt dwarfed by her mass, but it her feelings of 
passion were no less strong as she took Blanche's nipple 
into her mouth while Kedi's tongue delved as deeply into 
her tiny bare vagina as it could. 

"Oh! Oh! Oohh!" she gasped. "How can my birthday party 
possibly be more fun than this!" 

Kedi looked up from between Alice's legs which were just 
above Blanche's own fair-haired cunt. "I'm sure it can be." 

There certainly were very many guests at Alice's party, 
gathered together in the large village hall that Kedi and 
Blanche had hired for the occasion. This hall was often 
used as a girl guides' centre, and there were many pictures 
around the wall of Brook's girl guides, all naked except for 
the little scarves and toggles around the neck. They were 
shown getting up to the sort of games that girl guides do, 
like hockey, rowing, sailing, camping, fishing and so on. 
However, none of the guests were girl guides, and to be 
honest Alice hardly knew any of them. She saw Leon 
chatting to a small woman whose slightly frog-faced 
features seemed ideally suited to taking his outsize member 
and take it deep inside her throat. She saw Cheval chatting 
to two young girls and showing them photographs which 
perhaps he'd taken of them. She saw Roi fondling a girl 
who could hardly be older than Alice, but who seemed to 
enjoy the caresses of his fat body. 

The food was soon served. It was a mixture of the party 
food that Alice was accustomed to, like crisps, sausages on 
sticks and ice cream, and the sort of food that grown ups 
must like, for instance legs of mutton and an enormous rich 
cake. There was also plenty of drink, which sparkled in a 
lovely way as she imbibed it, along with a cocktail of other 
sweet tasting things. Alice really wasn't very used to so 
much drink or the curious powders that she was 
encouraged to sniff, and soon she felt more than a little 
tipsy. In fact she almost felt as if she were rising into the 
air. 

"Take care of yourself," advised Blanche seeing how 
inebriated Alice was becoming, stroking her hair with both 
her hands. "Something's bound to happen!" 

And then (as Alice afterwards described it) all sorts of 
things happened in a moment. Some of the guests' penises 
started growing with lust, so that it seemed like she was in 
a forest of erect male members. As for the women, many of 
them started falling on top of each other and on top of the 
men. "This is so strange," Alice thought to herself, as she 
was engulfed into a mass of heaving bodies as the orgy 
began, as well as she could in the dreadful confusion that 
was beginning. At this moment she heard a hoarse gasp at 
her side, and turned to see what was the matter with 
Blanche, but instead of Blanche, there was Honore who had 
two men fucking her from behind while she was supporting 
herself on a chair. "Here I am!" Cried a voice from behind, 
and Alice turned again just in time to see Blanche's broad 
good-natured face grinning at her for a moment 
through several other bodies, before she disappeared into 
its mass. 

Alice didn't know who or what was being done to her body 
as she seemed to swim through a current of people whose 
tongues, penises, artificial sex aids and prying fingers were 
all straining to reach her bare little crotch. Eventually she 
found Kedi, and she didn't know how, somehow the two of 
them separated themselves from the greater body of the 
party and out into the moonlit grass outside the village hall. 
Just by a discarded bottle lying in the grass, the two lovers 
celebrated with all the passion that Alice had in the love she 
felt. 

"Oh Kedi! Kedi!" gasped Alice, grasping Kedi's black body 
close to her. "If there's a paradise, or a place of wonder, 
then it can't match being with you. I love you. I love you so 
much!" 

Kedi turned over to face Alice directly and showered her 
face with affectionate kisses, grinning so widely that Alice 
was sure that her face would split in two. "You're so 
young, Alice. You have many more years ahead of you." 

"And I want to spend all of them with you!" said Alice 
firmly and resolutely.

	XV

	Alice At Home

Although Alice enjoyed her time at Brook, she was 
nonetheless pleased to return home to Dinah with Kedi and 
Blanche. The four girls gathered together while Alice 
regaled them with an account of her adventures there. Kedi 
cuddled up close to Alice, and to Alice there was no 
paradise greater than being held by her black lover. Kedi 
leaned against her purring as Alice stroked her hair and 
beautiful ebony skin. It was impossible for Alice to be 
sure what Kedi was thinking, but she was sure she had no 
reason to suspect that she was no less pleased to be with 
her. 

Blanche and Dinah were cuddling each other, Dinah almost 
engulfed in Blanche's voluminous white flesh, but Dinah 
stroked and licked her plump lover, seemingly at least as 
content as Alice felt. 

Alice spoke about Honore L'Oeuf and her sexual encounter 
with her. "You'd love to meet her," Alice said. "She is such 
a wonderful lover." 

"Doesn't she mostly prefer to make love with children?" 
asked Dinah looking half at Alice and half at Blanche. 

Blanche trailed a plump white finger along the perimeter 
of Dinah's vulva, and gently squeezed her clitoris. She made 
no comment but leaned over to kiss Dinah on the chin in 
an affectionate way. Alice rolled around with Kedi, 
settling comfortably down, with one elbow on Kedi's upper 
thigh and her chin in her hand. 

"And I met such strange people!" Alice continued. "And 
none of them wore any clothes. And I read such strange 
books at Blanche's bookshop. Not all of them were very 
nice though ..." 

"Really?" wondered Dinah frowning at Blanche. 

"One was about these two older men who seduced all these 
little girls and boys on the beach and did oh! so many 
horrible and perverse things with them! It was so 
disgusting!" 

Alice lay back and rested between Kedi's legs, who looked 
at her with such love. "Oh! Kedi!" she said. "Will we 
always be together like this? Will we always be making love 
together with Blanche and Dinah?" 

Kedi smiled at Alice, with her broad grin, and then gently 
but sadly shook her head. "Nothing is certain," she said. 
"But we can dream - and our fantasies might last longer 
than our disappointments!" 

This wasn't the answer that Alice was hoping for, so she 
frowned crossly. But in a sense she didn't care. The present 
was paradise enough.  What do you think? 









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