Alicia 1

My Name Is Alicia

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Hi. My name is Alicia and I'm a little bastard. I just found out today. Emily told me that I am a bastard. We were fighting over who got to ride in the wagon. I told her it was my wagon, so I got to ride. She said, "Okay. take your damn wagon, you little bastard!"

I thought she was calling me a nasty name. I ran into Grandpa's mansion and found my Mum and I told her what Emily said.� Mum said Emily was right! She said she and Daddy didn't ever get married and so I really am a bastard, so Emily was right.� She said Emily was rude to say that and she would talk to Emily's Mum. She is a maid in Grandpa's mansion.�

Darn it, now Emily is mad at me and she and the other big girls won't play with me. So I have to play with the little kids. I don't like to play with girls my own age. They are so dumb and childish. Oh well. Grandpa is taking me down to the estate in France tomorrow for a couple of weeks. Grandpa has a surprise for me there, he says. I wonder what the surprise will be? I just can't wait, but no matter how much I beg and give him kisses, Grandpa won't tell me.��

We are going to spend one night here in Paris. Mum and Grandpa went to see some friends, and a nanny is staying with me. She called room service for my dinner. Then I had a bath and now I am in my nightgown and in bed. The nanny has let someone in, and I can hear them talking and laughing. I'm going to go peek and see if Grandpa is back. No! It was not Grandpa.� The nanny has a boyfriend! They are sitting on the couch and kissing. No wonder she is laughing a lot. He is tickling her on the chest. He has her blouse all unbuttoned. I wish he would tickle me like that. My chest is ticklish on my boobies too.� Boy! Nanny has big ones.

Oops! I made a noise and they caught me peeking. Nanny was kind of angry at me, but the man just laughed and said he would tuck me in. He carried me back to my bed, and put me down. I asked him for a tickle like he gave the nanny. He laughed and pulled my night gown way up by my shoulders and then he tickled my little chest bumps. When I got all curled up with giggles, he pinched my bum through my knickers. Then he pulled my gown down and told me not to tell that he was ever there. I said I never tell.�

He gave me a good night kiss. It was a little one. I held my arms around his neck and said, "I want a kiss like you gave the nanny!"

He said, "Open your mouth a little bit."

I did, and he stuck his tongue in my mouth a little. I touched his tongue with my tongue. What a strange feeling that was! Our tongues played together until I ran out of breath and had to pull away. He started to cover me up. "NO!" I said. I want you to kiss me and rub me like you did Nanny!"

He sighed, but he pulled my gown back up and kissed me again.� I got a big breath of air first so I wouldn't run out this time. He did the kiss hard at first, and it even hurt a little bit. But after I whimpered he got more gentle. He rubbed my chest a lot and even pinched my boobies a little. He said they were my nipples.� I got the good feeling all the rest of the time. When he stopped I could hardly breathe. I thought we were done. He looked at me and then he bent over and started to lick and suck my nipples with his mouth. Ooh! That felt funny! Good funny!

OH! I thought I would die, it felt so good. My tickle bump place was really tingling and itchy. How he knew that I'll never know.� The next thing he did was rub down between my legs right where the itchy spot was. I don't know what happened. All of a sudden I was all full of the good feelings and it was really good and then I started kicking and all that. He let me go and it felt so funny down there. Not funny-funny; good funny. I saw shooting stars and bright lights even with my eyes closed.

The man said, "Wow! What a cum you had! I wish you were older..."

I wondered what a "cum" was, but decided I would ask Grandpa. He knows lots of words. The man pulled my gown back down. He said, "Goodnight, sweetheart," then he put the covers on me and he left. I touched my lips, then my tongue to see if I could bring back that delightful feeling. Then I touched down where the good feeling had been. I slid my hand down into my knickers, and by rubbing my tickle bump with a finger, I got a little bit of that good feeling down there. I fell asleep doing that. It was the start of wanting men to look at me and kiss me and touch me all over my body. I was four years old when I started.

The next morning I remembered the man and what he had done and what he had said. I was eager to learn about cum, but I decided not to ask Mum or Grandpa. I just had a feeling that the less they knew about last night, the better it would be for me. I did not even mention that the nanny had a visitor when they asked me about the evening and the nanny.

We rode the train to the town near Grandpa's estate, and a big car picked us up there. When we got to the estate, Grandpa called out to a big man to come meet me. His name was Sarge.� He had been in the army and got that name there. Grandpa said Sarge was my surprise. He was going to take me riding and swimming and for walks and watch over me while I was at the estate from now on. Other times he would be gamekeeper.

I eyed Sarge as he stood there, wide-brimmed hat in hand. He was clearly out of his element and not too happy with his new task of escorting a little girl around. A couple of days ago, I would have been equally dubious of Grandpa's logic, but last night in Paris had changed the way I looked at men. Sarge was well muscled and handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy sort of way.�� Sarge looked good to me, and to my Mum too. I saw her giving him the once over.

Oh, I was so happy! I ran and gave Grandpa a hug and a kiss, and then I went over and took my new man by the hand. "Let's go for a walk, Sarge!" I stuck my soft little hand into his big rough one, and tugged him right past my Mum. I knew he was the sort of man she liked because he was a lot like Daddy looked, kind of rugged and handsome. I gave Mum a smug little smile, and then I led Sarge away from the group and down the lane toward the fields.

Grandpa's estate in France has lots of vineyards and he makes a lot of wine. It also has woods and rivers and ponds. That was the part I liked best. Sarge and I walked into the woods, even though I was still wearing my traveling dress. Sarge got more friendly when I asked him lots of questions about the trees and plants we passed. I have been interested in plants and animals since I was a little girl. Sarge even told me both the English and French names for most of the plants. He had worked for Grandpa on all three of his estates, so he knew English, Scottish and French. I was learning them too. My Daddy says I am very smart.

We walked a long way, and when we turned to go back, my little legs were tired and my feet hurt from my fancy shoes. We stopped by a little stream and I soaked my feet in the cool water.� Sarge showed me how to tuck my skirt up into my knickers so it didn't get wet as I splashed around. I liked the feel of his big hands tucking it into my knickers down there so I let him do it all. When I was finished we started back. I was tired, so Sarge put me on his shoulders to ride. That was fun! I was way up in the air! I still had my skirt tucked in, so my bare thighs were right by his neck and cheeks and his whiskers tickled my tender thighs as he looked around.

When we got back, Sarge dropped me off at the big house, after promising me he would drive me into the woods tomorrow afternoon after lunch. I had already asked him to take me riding in the morning. My Mum said my dress was all wrinkled, but I didn't care. The maid can iron it. Then I had to go and get dressed for dinner as we were having visitors. Mum reminded me to call her Priscilla at dinner. She didn't like for people she met to know that I was her little bastard. But everyone knows.� After dinner, I was so tired and sleepy that I went to bed. I put my hand in my knickers and touched myself while thinking about the man and pretending it was Sarge touching me, but I was too tired and I fell asleep before I got to the good feelings.

I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. Then I looked in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Last year I had to stand on a stool to reach the faucets, but this year I just have to stand on my tip toes. I have brown hair with some red in it. Mum just had a maid cut it so it is just down to my neck now. It is kind of tangled so I decided to brush it. I have brown eyes with flecks of green. My nose is kind of short. Daddy says it is a very pretty one. There are freckles on it. I have a dimple on each cheek when I smile. Daddy says it is a very kissable face, and we kiss a lot. My Daddy is my favorite man in the whole world. Now I have to hurry and have some breakfast because Sarge and I are going riding.

Sarge had my pony all saddled for me. I had to ride a little Shetland pony last year. But this year I have a regular horse, a young filly. Sarge tells me I look very smart in my new boots, jodhpurs and light white shirt. It is kind of sheer, and you can see my nipples when the light is right. Sarge looked! I know he did! He was adjusting my stirrups and I saw him looking. I got warm down there just watching him look. Sarge made me put on my hard hat and then he got on his horse.

We had a nice ride out to one of the ponds and then we took a smaller trail back. I was out in front when a rabbit ran right under my horse and spooked her. She ran off the trail and I got scraped off by a branch before Sarge could catch up. I wasn't hurt except for a scrape on my chest from the branch. The filly ran on home. Sarge was worried because he had not kept me from getting thrown. He wanted to check my chest where I said it hurt, so we unbuttoned my shirt and he looked and touched the red mark right by one nipple. He had a first aid kit in his saddlebag and he got out some salve.

When Sarge went to rub the salve on my chest, he got some on my one nipple that was close to the scrape. So after he rubbed the salve on the scrape, he had to rub the salve in on my nipple.� I think he did that on purpose, because he rubbed my nipple way longer than he rubbed my scrape. Not that I minded, because it felt so darn good. It even made my tickle bump stand up in my crack. It made my nipples stand up too, and my other one was feeling all neglected. I told Sarge that one was sore too, and he rubbed some salve into it. That was so nice! I might have even had a cum, but Sarge said we better start home because of the filly coming back without me, someone might come out looking for me.

So Sarge lifted me up on the front of his saddle and got up behind me. I started to button my shirt, but Sarge said to leave it open. He put his one big hand on my chest to hold me, and his fingers were tickling my one nipple. This made my tickle bump in my crack get all hard. The way my crack was pushed up against the pommel by Sarge behind me, it gave me lots of tickles and tingles down there too. With all the rubbing and tickling, Sarge had to hold me really tight because I was really swooning all the way home. Well, not all the way. Sarge stopped and I buttoned up my shirt before we rode up to the yard. I had a couple of little cums and I was so tired I had to have a little nap before lunch.

Later in the afternoon, Sarge came around with one of the big cars. I had my bathers and towel packed in my little knapsack ready to go. Sarge had told me about a nice swimming pond at one end of the estate. I was ready for my first swim of the summer. It was nice that everyone who was older at the estate had their own things to do and nobody paid any attention to what I did. Sarge picked me up in the big car, and we headed off for the pond.

We saw some nice scenery on the way and Sarge told me names of the grapevines and trees and stuff as we passed through the fields and the woods. When we came to the pond, Sarge got in back with me to help me change. I asked him to do that. As I took off my blouse and skirt, Sarge folded them and hung them over the seat. When I pulled my knickers off, Sarge took them and held them up to look at them. Then he held them up by his nose and sniffed them! I was shocked!

When he saw me looking at him, Sarge told me he liked the smell of sweet little girl. I told Sarge those were fresh knickers I had just put on, and they must smell like laundry. Sarge said, "Then I will smell you!" He picked me up, and he held me up by his nose and he sniffed me all over. He sniffed a long time at my secret place between my legs. It tickled and I laughed and wiggled around a lot. I had just a little cum too.

I laughed so hard I had to pee, and I told Sarge I had to pee. He opened the door and set me down outside and so I squatted down and went pee right by one of the back tyres. It was my first time ever to pee outside. Then Sarge gave me a tissue to wipe with. I put my bathing suit on. Sarge helped. He bent over and held the bottom part while I held on to his shoulder and stepped in. He pulled them up and patted me on my bottom when he was done. I went down to a grassy spot by the pond and took off my shoes and socks. Then I waded out into the pond.� It was just a little cold. I splashed around and got all wet, but it wasn't much fun by myself and I got bored.

I asked Sarge if he would come in swimming with me. He didn't have his bathers. I pouted and begged and got out and gave him a kiss. I was hoping I would get him all wet so he would come in anyway. Sarge told me if I would promise not to tell anyone, he would come in. I said I never tell. So while I watched, Sarge took all his clothes off! I even saw his butt and his secret thing.� It looked the same as Daddy's. He said he hadn't been skinny dipping since he was a boy. It had been lots of fun then. I wanted to have fun and skinny dip too!

So Sarge helped me take my swim suit off and we went skinny dipping. It was lots of fun! Sarge threw me and let me dive off his shoulders. He held me and let me paddle and kick like I was swimming. He let me dive between his legs underwater. I came up too soon and I ran into his secret thing and I had to catch hold of it to stand up and get my breath. I thought I felt it change and get bigger before I let go. Then Sarge wanted to dive between my legs but he was too big. He got caught with his face right up by my secret place and he picked me right up out of the water with his face down there. He might have been kissing me there. It might have been water running down like he said, but it felt like kisses to me. I had so much fun playing with Sarge in the water.�

Finally we got out and Sarge dried me off good with the towel. He did a really good job on my legs and between them. Then he dried with my towel, and I made him let me do his legs and in between them. I was right! His thing does change. I felt it and I saw it. It got bigger and it stood up and stuck out. Sarge pretended he didn't notice, so I pretended too. But I looked and after a while it went back down. I think my Daddy's thing did that same thing once when I washed it in the shower. I'm going to have to check into this.

We lay on the grass and got dry and warm in the sun while we watched clouds. Then we got dressed and drove back to the manor house. This was the first of many skinny dips Sarge and I took. Are you liking my story so far?�

The end of Part 1

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This is the first of maybe six episodes of Alicia's life as told in her own words.� As one reader put it so nicely after my Kathy at the Matinee story, it is in "first person, little girl."

This is a fantasy story.� All of the characters are fictional people and all of the locations exist only in my mind. Enjoy!

Thank you to all of you readers who take the time to comment on my stories. You give me incentive to keep it up. Thank you all.