From the Twisted Primer

A Surprise for Alice By Will Somers, 2007 Codes: M+g, bg, cons, oral, parody Alice is so nice to everyone. Will anyone be as nice to her?

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Hangers with lovely clothes bobbed up and down. Alice smiled happily and reached for a really pretty dress. But then she was falling!

Knock, knock!

Alice sat up. She shivered and looked around. The sun shined through her bedroom window.

Her mommy's voice called, "Time to wake up, honey!"

Alice climbed out of her bed and sighed. The dream was ruined.

She visited the bathroom. She went potty, washed her hands and face, and brushed her teeth. She went back to her bedroom.

She pulled off her nighty. It fell to the floor. The pretty yellow dress she wore yesterday was right next to it. It was all wrinkled and streaked with dust. Alice sighed. Maybe her mommy would wash it today.

Alice pulled out a drawer and found a pair of silky pink bikini panties. She put them on.

Alice went to her closet. She found a cute little sundress and looked at it in the mirror. It was very short. But the dress on the floor was prettier. The little sundress didn't match her blue eyes. She put it on anyway. She found a pair of socks with little ruffles. She put them on. She tied her shoes.

Then Alice picked up her hair brush. She brushed her long, blonde hair again and again. Soon it looked very smooth and pretty. She smiled and looked for the hair ribbon to match her dress. It was gone. Alice sighed and picked a different one. Then she went down to breakfast.

Alice walked to school with Julie. They were best friends. Julie had reddish brown hair and gray eyes. Her hair was even longer than Alice's hair. Her dress matched her eyes perfectly. Her hair ribbon was the perfect color, too.

On the way to school they stopped at the bakery. There were many men inside. They were old, but they all looked handsome in their suits and ties. The men smiled at the little girls when they walked in.

Julie spoke to the baker in her best grown-up voice. She said, "May we each have a donut, please? I want one with chocolate frosting and sprinkles!" The baker smiled. He led Alice and Julie to the little room in back.

When they were finished, Alice was angry. Creme filling dripped on her dress. The baker had a little sink near the counter. She lifted the hem of her short little sundress. She rinsed off the creme filling. A man behind the counter laughed.

"I see Britain, I see France!" he sang.

Another man said, "Pink is my favorite color!"

Alice didn't say anything. They were making fun of her. That was mean. Her dress was wet, too.

The baker gave Julie her donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Alice asked for a cake donut with orange icing. The baker didn't have that flavor. Alice frowned. The baker gave her a Danish pastry instead. It didn't have orange frosting. Alice ate it anyway.

At school, Alice and Julie sat in the same row. Julie's desk was in front. Tommy sat behind Alice. Tommy was her boyfriend. Alice liked having a boyfriend. He carried away her tray after lunch. He carried her books home. He helped her with homework. He danced with her in square dancing class. Alice hated dancing with the other boys. They were all dumb.

At gym class, the teacher announced, "Children, we are dancing today! Find a partner!"

Alice smiled and turned to Tommy.

But Tommy said, "I can't dance, Alice. I hurt my foot."

Alice had to dance with Billy. He stepped on her toes.

After school, Tommy walked Alice home. His foot still hurt. Alice tried to help him. The foot hurt a lot. She carried her own books. She carried Tommy's books, too.

Alice wanted Tommy to visit her house and help with homework, but he said, "I can't walk that far. Let's stop at my house."

They stopped in his back yard. They went into the play house and closed the door.

Tommy said, "This was a bad day for me. Can you make me feel better?"

"No, Tommy," Alice said. "This has been a bad day for me, too. I am tired. I want to go home. I want to watch television and play with my dolls."

"But your foot isn't hurt. And you are my girlfriend."

Alice shivered a little. She liked Tommy. She liked being his girlfriend.

She pulled down Tommy's pants. Then she pulled down his underpants. There was a little sausage between his legs. It was limp.

She carefully picked it up. She stuck out her tongue. She licked the little sausage.

She licked it up and down. She licked it again and again.. Soon it was very stiff.

She slid the little sausage in and out of her mouth. Her long, blonde hair bobbed up and down.

Tommy sighed, and said, "Oh, Alice! That feels really nice. Oh, yeah!"

Tommy stroked Alice's long blonde hair. His little sausage slid in and out of her mouth. Alice's tongue licked the bottom of the little sausage. Tommy really liked that.

Soon, his creme filling squirted into her mouth.

Tommy cried, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Alice licked his little sausage carefully. Soon there was no more creme filling.

Then Tommy went inside. His mommy sat him in front of the television. She propped his foot up on a pillow. She sent Alice home.

Alice walked slowly up to her house. She opened the front door quietly. She was sad. She liked to be nice to the baker and the nice old men. She liked to be nice to Tommy. But she wanted to cry.

She didn't want her mommy to see her.

She snuck down the hall. The television was playing. It was playing her favorite show! It was about girls in a club. Was her mommy watching the television?

Alice peeked inside. She was surprised. It was Uncle Arthur.

"That's my favorite show!" she cried.

"I like it, too," Uncle Arthur said.

Alice dropped her books and sat on the couch.

Uncle Arthur wore a bath robe. There were used tissues on the table next to him. Maybe he was blowing his nose, Alice thought.

There was a funny shape under Uncle Arthur's bath robe. Alice wondered if his sausage was sticking out.

She was tired of sausages! Alice started to cry.

Uncle Arthur put his arm around the little girl and patted her long, blonde hair. She told him all about the baker and the Danish pastry and Tommy's sore foot. And her hair ribbon was the wrong color!

Uncle Arthur said, "You are a very good girl. You try hard to make people happy. Someone should make you happy."

"I would like that," Alice said.

"Let me rub your legs. It will make you feel better." Alice sat on the couch. Uncle Arthur put his hands around her long, thin legs. He squeezed. He rubbed. His hands moved upwards. He rubbed around the outside. He rubbed around the inside.

Uncle Arthur was right. It made Alice feel better. She felt a funny little tingle in her coochie. It felt nice.

Uncle Arthur's hand reached under her sundress. Alice gasped.

"You just watch television, and trust your Uncle Arthur," her nice uncle said. Alice laid back on the couch and spread her legs a little.

Uncle Arthur's fingers touched her silky pink bikini panties. Alice closed her eyes tight. She wondered what Uncle Arthur was doing. It was strange, but it was nice. She spread her legs a little more.

Uncle Arthur lifted up her sundress. The ruffled hem bunched around her waist. He gently rubbed her coochie through her silky pink bikini panties. His fingers moved up and down.

Alice sighed. It felt really, really nice. Alice had never felt so nice before. She wondered what else Uncle Arthur would do.

Then Uncle Arthur knelt in front of her. She felt his fingertip under her panties. He slipped the silky fabric to one side.

He was looking at her coochie!

Then she felt something warm, wet, and wonderful. "Oh!" she gasped.

Uncle Arthur was licking her coochie!

She felt his tongue slide up and down. She wiggled her hips. She felt his mustache tickle her thighs. She closed her eyes tightly and gasped again. She put her hands on his head. She wanted to rub her coochie with his face.

Uncle Arthur kept licking. Up and down went his tongue. Alice spread her legs as wide as she could. It was hard to breathe. She gasped again and again.

Then she let out a little cry. She shivered all over. It felt like electricity! She said, "Oh, my! oh, my! oh, my! oh, my!" Then she gasped again and fell limp.

Uncle Arthur looked up and smiled. "Do you feel better now?" he asked.

The little girl nooded. Her long, blonde hair bobbed up and down. The television show was over. Alice looked at her nice uncle.

"Is it time for milk and cookies?"

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