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  “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. I
t 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.”

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p; “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.