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Authors name: Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alice's Story, Chapter 2

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Alice's Story, Chapter 2 (mmm/f, ped, orgy)
Alice Liddell (alice_liddell27@hotmail.com)

***

Alice discovers the pleasures of older boys, and joyfully 
becomes the local playground slut.

***

My life took a dramatic turn one fine October afternoon 
when I was eight years old: a disgruntled, lonely eight-
year-old girl, sitting on a swing in the park, feeling 
frustrated and horny.

Over the previous two years, I'd had little reason to feel 
frustrated, what with having both a boyfriend and a 
girlfriend of about my own age, as well as another 
girlfriend, grown-up and always eager to share her 
experience with me. Andrea, who always insisted that she 
was completely Lesbian, had been a little upset, at first, 
when Tabitha and I started fucking Shane. But she soon 
discovered that it didn't in any way lessen our desire for 
her. 

Indeed, having a boy to play with, and his little stiff 
pencil of a willy, actually seemed to help both of us to 
think of new and different ways to pleasure our grown-up 
lover.

It carried on like that for two years; and, on the rare 
occasions I actually thought about the future (in spite of 
all the talk about "when I grow up", young children rarely 
do visualise anything but an endless present) I assumed 
that the four of us would continue as lovers forever.

Then, out of nowhere, Tabitha discovered that she was 
moving to another town, miles away. Of course, we parted 
with tears and promises of undying love, and that we'd stay 
in touch; but the reality was that we were going to be 
eight-year-olds living a hundred miles apart. I never saw 
her again.

At around the same time, Shane got into a gang of boys in 
his class at school who, from the worldly-wise position of 
their nine years, wouldn't dream of having anything to do 
with girls. To his credit, Shane held out for a while, 
continuing to sneak round behind his friends' backs to 
stick his willy in us; but that gradually tailed off, 
especially after Tabitha left. I suspect she'd always been 
the main attraction: after all, she was the beautiful one. 
I was just cute.

And now, to add insult to injury, Andrea had gone off to 
university. I knew she'd been intending to do this; but it 
hadn't seemed real until a week or two before she'd left, 
and I realised that she'd be even further away than 
Tabitha. She promised that she'd come to see me often in 
her vacations, and in fact she kept her word. But that 
wasn't the same as having her around. It was going to be 
two months till her next vacation.

She'd been gone a week, now, and I'd spent most of that 
week alternatively crying and masturbating. Diddling myself 
kept me sane (especially as Andrea, for a goodbye present, 
had given me a little slim-line vibrator) but it wasn't the 
same as the real thing. So, on one of those October 
afternoons that seems left over from high summer, I was 
sitting on the swing feeling lonely, wishing the playground 
wasn't too public to give my clitty a rub, and eyeing up a 
group of older kids who were mucking about on the other set 
of swings.

For the most part, they were of little interest to me. They 
looked about thirteen, half-a-dozen boys and three or four 
girls. None of the girls were very pretty, though they all 
thought they were; and the boys were either pimply or 
shambling, or both. But one boy was different. Dark and 
good-looking, without a trace of a pimple that I could see 
at this range, he didn't seem entirely a part of the gang's 
silliness. Although being Andrea's lover had taught me to 
lust after older girls, sometimes, I'd never really thought 
of older boys sexually. But I was beginning to now; and 
that was contributing to my desire to stick my hand down 
the front of my jeans.

Then, suddenly, he turned to look at me. I looked quickly 
away, scared that he'd realised what I was thinking. After 
a few moments, when I thought that it would be safe, I 
glanced back, only to meet his eyes, still gazing at me. He 
gave a shy, embarrassed smile, but didn't turn away; so, 
plucking up courage, I smiled back at him. Then one of his 
friends turned to speak to him, and he jerked his head 
away, looking very guilty. For the next ten minutes or so, 
we kept stealing glances when no one else was looking, 
smiling at each other, then looking away. I didn't know, at 
eight, the name for what was happening; but I really knew, 
even then, that I was flirting outrageously with him.

After ten minutes, very abruptly, with a good deal of 
shouting and pushing, the gang left the park and headed off 
up the road. My co-flirter hesitated, glancing back at me; 
then he went with them. A moment later, he was gone.

I slumped down deeper into my seat on the swing, feeling 
even worse than before. All I'd succeeded in doing was to 
make myself hornier than ever, and still no way of 
relieving it. I looked around. No one was in sight, as far 
as I could see; but I knew that anyone might walk through 
the park at any moment, without warning. So, getting off 
the swing, I went over to the block of toilets and 
changing-rooms that stood on the far side of the park. 
Beside it, a couple of trees and some undergrowth provided 
a partial cover; and, sighing with relief, I opened the 
front of my jeans and slipped my hand into my panties.

I suppose it was a mixture of the warm afternoon, the 
tension that had led up to this and the shattering orgasm I 
gave myself; but the next thing I remember was a worried 
voice saying, through a nicely erotic dream, "Are you all 
right?"

I sat up in a panic, realising that my jeans were halfway 
down my thighs and my hand was still inside my panties. I 
was so scared at being caught that it was a moment before I 
realised that this was my friend from earlier. 

He was standing over me, a look of concern, even slight 
fear, being quickly replaced by confusion and interest.

"Um... yes, I'm fine," I said. I'm sure I was blushing very 
deeply, "Thanks."

"I, er... saw you over here, lying in the long grass," he 
said, all in a rush, "and I got scared. You know, that... 
er, someone had..."

I knew what he meant (I watched the news, after all) and he 
didn't need to finish. "I'm OK," I said. "I was just... 
um..."

He glanced further down my body and grinned. I realised two 
things: my hand was still inside my panties; and I was 
getting horny again.

"I know what you were doing," he said. "You were wanking."

That one stumped me. "What's that?" I asked curiously.

"You know." He giggled, mainly from nerves, I think. 
"Rubbing yourself between you legs, so you feel good."

"Oh, that." I felt relieved at not having to learn 
something new, when I had so much to think about. "I've 
never heard it called that."

"What do you call it?"

"Oh... I dunno. Rubbing my pussy."

He turned his nose up. "That's baby-talk," he said. "It's 
your cunt."

I felt confused, and a little repelled by the harsh word. 
"Andrea calls it a pussy," I objected, "and she's a lot 
older than you."

"Who's Andrea, when she's at home? Your sister?"

"She's my cousin," I said, beginning to get angry and not 
thinking what I said, "and my girlfriend. She licks my 
pussy, and I lick hers, and we... do other stuff, too, and 
she's eighteen, so there."

I stopped, mainly to get my breath back; and I realised 
that the boy was looking at me with a new expression on his 
face. "Do you really do that?" he asked. I nodded, 
realising belatedly that I shouldn't have told him about 
it. "Do you do it with anyone else?" he asked.

In for a penny, in for a pound. "With Tabitha," I said. 
"She's my best friend. And Shane, he's my boyfriend. He 
sticks his willy in me. At least, he did, he's gone all 
silly now."

He was silent for a moment. "How old's Shane?" he asked.

"He's nine," I said; and I got the impression that this 
reassured the boy a little.

"Has anyone older ever done that to you?" he asked.

"What, stuck their willy in me?"

"It's called a cock," he said, trying without much success 
to sound superior. "Has an older boy ever stuck his cock in 
you? Or a grown-up?"

"No," I said, starting to think about the idea. "Why, are 
you offering?" It seemed to me an entirely natural thing to 
say; but I could tell that he didn't entirely share that 
feeling."

"Er... you mean... you want to do it with me? Um... well, 
yes, that would be wicked. If you're sure... Oh, by the 
way, I'm Daniel."

"Hi, Daniel," I said, "I'm Alice. And yes, I'd like it. 
Shane's stopped doing it now, and that really sucks. I 
suppose your willy's... sorry, your cock's bigger than his, 
as you're older?"

"Oh, of course," he said, very hurriedly. "Do you think you 
can take it?"

"I expect so," I said, feeling slightly nervous now. I 
really wasn't too sure how much bigger it was likely to be, 
and I began to think of Andrea's strap-on dildo. She'd 
never attempted to put it in me, saying it was too big. I 
began to wonder whether this was what I could expect from a 
grown-up willy. Sorry, cock. Maybe, I thought, it changed 
into a cock when you grew up. But, whatever it was like, I 
was determined not to chicken out now. "So, where shall we 
go to do it?"

"Well..." He glanced around uncertainly. "We could go 
behind here," he suggested, pointing to the back of the 
block. I followed his gesture, feeling a little unsure. The 
narrow space behind the block (and yes, it was completely 
out of sight from anything) was dark and damp and didn't 
smell all that good. But it would be a good place. "OK," I 
said, and crawled round there, so that I didn't have to 
pull my jeans up again.

As soon as I was round there, I pulled my clothes off. Then 
I looked up and saw, to my surprise, that Daniel was still 
fully dressed. "Aren't you going to strip?" I asked.

"Oh... er... yes, of course," he said, and I realised that 
his eyes were fixed on my pussy.

"Do you like my pussy?" I asked. I'd accepted calling his 
willy a cock, but this was mine, and it was a pussy, not 
a... whatever he'd said.

"It's beautiful," he said, in a strange-sounding voice, 
still never taking his eyes off it. I lay on my back and 
opened my legs, so that he could get a good look while he 
stripped, without seeming to notice what he was doing.

As I expected, his cock was a good deal bigger than 
Shane's, but quite small compared with the dildo, and I 
didn't think I'd have too much trouble getting it in. It 
was different from Shane's, though. For one thing, there 
was a bit of hair growing around it, curly black hair. For 
another, the tight little balls that had become more 
pronounced on Shane this last year or so were, on Daniel, 
enormous and hanging down underneath. And the cock itself, 
which was very stiff and pointing almost upwards, had a 
kind of reddish knob poking through the end of the 
foreskin.

I'd been horny to start with, what with the way we'd been 
talking, then stripping for him, and the thought of what we 
were going to do together; but the sight of Daniel's cock, 
all ready to get pushed into my pussy, made me start 
getting seriously wet and hot and wriggly. "Come on," I 
said impatiently, "put it in now."

He came over and knelt, a bit awkwardly, between my legs; 
then he lay down on top of my body, almost winding me. 
"Careful," I managed to wheeze, pushing at him.

He managed to take a bit of his weight, and we both 
wriggled a bit, till the tip of his cock was resting 
against my crotch. He didn't seem too sure what to do from 
there. I assumed, at the time, that he probably had never 
had sex with a girl as young as I was. It was only years 
later that I realised that, for all his worldly-wise tone, 
he'd never had sex at all.

It didn't worry me, though. I'd had to help Shane, at 
first; and Andrea usually had to guide the dildo in, so I 
just took it as natural. Reaching down, I wiggled his cock 
around until it's big; swollen head was resting against the 
slit between my puffy pussy-lips. Then I stopped for a 
moment. Even when I'd seen the thing, it hadn't seemed too 
big or scary; but now, a move away from going inside me, it 
was suddenly both. I wondered if it would split my pussy in 
two.

It didn't matter, though. Between lust and pride, I think 
I'd rather have been split right up the middle, before I 
chickened out. Taking a deep breath, I fumbled some more 
with Daniel's cock till, with a slurping pop, I managed to 
force the tip just inside my pussy-hole.

Then it stopped. Even that far, my pussy felt stretched 
intolerably, and it hurt like hell. I felt my eyes start to 
water, and wondered if I was going to cry. At least he 
wouldn't be popping my cherry, too: that had gone one day 
when Tabitha had got overexcited with her finger. I'd 
definitely cried, then; but luckily Andrea had been there, 
to cuddle and reassure me.

I felt I needed a bit of that now; so, reaching up to hold 
Daniel's head, I pulled his face down to mine, puckering up 
to beg for a kiss. His lips met mine, rather clumsily, so I 
opened my mouth and began kissing properly. He caught on 
very quickly.

After a couple of minutes of this, whether it was the 
kissing or just my pussy adjusting, I began to feel better. 
Holding Daniel's cock again, I began to squirm my way 
further and further onto it, gasping each time he 
penetrated me further, and his cock-head found something 
resisting it. Then I stopped.

It was an indescribable sensation: equal parts discomfort, 
pain and juicy ecstasy, and I wanted more and more. Daniel 
was getting the idea, moving cautiously in and out; and I 
pulled him closer to me, feeling an orgasm building. 
Remembering what Andrea tended to cry out when I used the 
dildo, I moaned, "Yes, yes, fuck me baby, fuck your slut."

Immediately, I felt Daniel's whole body stiffen and start 
to jerk. His cock was throbbing against my pussy-walls; 
then I felt something spurting out of the end. There were 
about four or five spurts, then it stopped.

I still needed my orgasm; but Daniel almost immediately 
rolled off me, pulling his cock out of me with a sucking 
tear that was more painful than its entry, and left me 
feeling frantic to come. Incapable of thinking about 
anything else, I reached down and rubbed my clitty, till I 
came hard. Then I rolled over, and started cuddling Daniel.

But only for a moment. A thought suddenly struck me, and I 
sat up straight. "You peed inside me," I accused him.

He sat up, staring at me. "Course I didn't," he said. "That 
was come."

This completely puzzled me. "That's what girls do," I said.

He laughed. "And boys," he said. "I suppose your little 
boyfriend never did it, if he's only nine. I was nine or 
ten before I did it. It's what's meant to happen, Alice. 
That's what sex is: me shooting come inside you."

I didn't argue, although I knew that wasn't true, because 
not all sex involved boys. Now I'd come too, I was feeling 
very lazy and contented, so I just put my arms round him 
and we cuddled for a while.

When it was time for me to go (I was a bit late for my tea 
already) Daniel kissed me goodbye a bit shyly. "That was 
great," he said. "Want to do it again, sometime?"

I must have thought hard about it for at least two seconds. 
"OK," I said. 
"How about tomorrow?"

"Great." I think he was quite surprised that he hadn't 
needed to persuade me. "Here again. Er... do you mind if a 
couple of my friends come along too?"

"Have they got nice cocks?" I asked at once, without 
thinking. That surprised me, when I thought about it later: 
as recently as yesterday, I'd probably have asked if they 
were cute. But nothing seemed important, now, except to get 
cock, cock and more cock.

My pussy was quite sore, by the time I had my bath that 
evening, and I soaped it gently, washing the remains of 
Daniel's come out of it. I was hoping to get a good look at 
it; but it seemed mixed up with my juices, just making them 
a bit more sticky and gunky.

By the next day, however, though still a bit sore, I 
couldn't wait to get my pussy filled up again, this time by 
three big boys' cocks. I was behind the toilet-block very 
early; and, once again, I had my jeans halfway down my legs 
and my hand inside my panties, when they turned up.

At first, I was a little disappointed by the two boys 
Daniel brought along. 

Neither came anywhere close to him in attractiveness. Paul 
looked much 
younger, perhaps eleven (though I discovered that he and 
Daniel were in the same year at school), and was small and 
wore thick glasses. Lewis, on the other hand, was tall and 
gangly, with ginger hair and heavy acne. I began to regret 
agreeing to Daniel's suggestion.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to it; so I quickly undressed 
and lay on my back with my legs wide open, ready for them 
to take turns on top of me. Daniel went first (he was, 
after all, the reason the others were here) and was much 
less clumsy than the day before, only needing a little help 
from me to line his cock up with my hole. I braced myself 
for the agony; but, though the stretching did hurt when he 
pushed in through my opening, it was nothing like 
yesterday's pain.

He came quickly again, before I was anywhere near getting 
off myself, and was quickly replaced by Paul, whose young 
appearance extended to his equipment. Paul, I decided, 
still had a willy, rather than a cock, small, thin and 
hairless; but it was harder than Daniel's, and he managed 
to shove it in my pussy right up to the hilt. It was enough 
to fill me up without causing much pain; and I was close to 
coming, when he shot a little of the sticky stuff into me.

Lewis surprised me most. His cock was oddly shaped, shorter 
than Paul's but a good deal broader than Daniel's. It 
looked like a little stump, in among the ginger curls; but 
he found the target straight away. It made me cry out in 
pain, when he unceremoniously shoved it straight in me. But 
he stroked it in and out fast; and the feel of my pussy 
closing sucking around the object gave me my orgasm. Lewis 
shot his load into the middle of it.

And that, I thought as I came down again, would be that. I 
was quite satisfied with my three fucks; until I realised 
that Daniel was looming over me, stiff cock pointing 
straight up. He'd never seen anyone else at it; and 
watching his two friends fuck me, while he gave his rod a 
good seeing-to, had left it more than ready to start again. 
And, because he'd already come once, he lasted a lot longer 
in my soaking, slippery pussy, not having his second orgasm 
till I'd already had mine.

I'd expected to get three fucks today. In fact, so excited 
were the boys, watching each other, anticipating their next 
turn, playing with their own or each other's cock between 
goes, that they each must have managed at least five times. 
I'm not sure. After that second orgasm, I didn't really 
come down until it was all over. It felt almost like being 
delirious; and the pleasure was so intense that I almost 
passed out a few times.

That evening, lying luxuriantly in the bath and idly 
playing with my sore pussy, I promised myself that I'd have 
as much as possible of this wonderful experience.

So that's how I became the district's leading playground 
slut. Word got around where I could be found; and most of 
the local boys between about eleven and fifteen turned up, 
at one time or another, to fuck the cute little girl who'd 
let anyone at all up her cunt. Some even came from further 
a field, once word-of-mouth got around. I fucked them all.

I was in my element, with an inexhaustible supply of horny 
cock coming at me from all sides. At first, I just lay on 
my back with my legs open; but I gradually thought of some 
variations, and sometimes boys would suggest others. Used 
as I was to sucking on Shane's little willy, I tried 
putting one or two of the bigger cocks in my mouth. The 
first time one of them came in my mouth, I thought I was 
going to gag; but I soon loved the taste of boy-come.

The last thing I resisted was when one boy (Kevin, I think 
his name was) kept asking to put his cock in my bum-hole. 
I'm not sure how he got the idea, but I think someone had 
done it to him; and, although he enjoyed my pussy, wanted 
to experience it from the other way.

For a long time, this scared and disgusted me. I was 
convinced that it would hurt me badly; and, anyway, that 
was where the shit came out. How could anyone want anything 
to do with that? But Kevin wore me down at last, by 
constantly asking, until I let him do it, provided he put 
butter everywhere. He said that that's what his uncle had 
done to him, and it made everything so much easier.

In fact, although it did hurt, it was no worse than the 
first time Daniel had gone up my pussy, and I added bum-
fucking to my repertoire. Sometimes, there were so many 
boys trying to have me at once, that I could be seen with 
one cock in my pussy, another in my arse and a third in my 
mouth. Occasionally, I got them all to come at once, which 
was unbelievable.

So there I was, at the age of eight, happy to be a fuck-toy 
for the neighbourhood. I could still be like that now, at 
eighteen, if it hadn't been for the next major upheaval in 
my life.

To be continued...

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