My Name is Alice

by Koibito

Alice,the housekeeper for the Bradys, reminisces about how her love of little girls came to be and what happened whem Marsha, Jan, and Cindy came to stay. Let your juices flow.

This is a work of fiction. I don't own the rights to any characters or shows associated with the characters depicted in this story. This work is only for entertainment. Not for profit. If stories that depicts children and adult engaging in adult activities offends you STOP READING NOW.

Chapter 1

My name is Alice. I work for Mr. Brady. For a long time, it was just Mr. Brady and the boys, Greg, Peter, and Bobby. It had gotten very comfortable. In fact it was downright dull, but when I found out three young girls were moving in, it got very, very exciting. You see, I've always had a thing for young girls. The thought of three young virginal girls within my grasp nearly made knees buckle. A wet spot began to spread across the crotch of my panties. For three long weeks, I waited anxiously, my lust bursting from every pore of my body. It took every ounce of strength not to openly masturbate in front of the boys and Mr. Brady. The thought of seeing the girls in various stages of undress keeps popping into my mind at inappropriate times and gives my hands orders to seek out my constantly wet folds. A few weeks ago my pussy was a dry as Death Valley in summer. Now my juices flow as freely as Niagara Falls.

The clock is ticks off each second like a giant drum pounding in my head as I wait for Mr. Brady and the boys to leave for work and school respectively. I free myself of my clothes even as Mr. Brady's is still leaving the garage. As I rip the clothes from my body, the memory of the first time I touched a little girl take hold of my mind and lust. The girl was my sister Annie, she was 8 and I was 10 when I got my first taste. It changed my world forever.

"Alice!" "Get Annie out of the bath and make her put on some clothes!" "I'm going to the store!" Mom yelled as the screen door made a loud bang.

"Anniiieee!" "Mom said to get out of the bath!"

"No, no, no!!" Annie yelled defiantly.

"I'm gonna to get you" I yelled back as I charged up the stairs.

"Please, Alice not yet" Annie pleaded.

I burst into the bathroom ,as Annie had forgotten to lock the door, only to stop dead in my tracks to the most erotic sight I had ever seen in my life. Annie had discovered every girl's best friend, "the water spout." Annie was always beautiful. Until that moment I had always held a tiny bit of resentment tucked away in the furthest corner of my heart, as your may know was the plain one. Annie has the face of a beauty queen, glamorous movie star, and story book princess all wrapped up into one. Her body had long lean lines that accentuated every slight curve. Her bottom in itself was a work of art, smooth and firm like little boy's butt, but slightly fuller and soft like a girls, like a juicy peach almost ready to picked. I had never really had looked at her cunny before, it was perfect in every way. It was plump and soft. It shone like a beacon of innocence and purity, but at same time it radiated sensuality and sex so much that it made the air so thick with lust it enveloped me. Her shining beauty took all reason and ability to resist. I had to touch her. I had too.

I found Annie in the tub, displayed before me, wet, shiny, and sparkling. Her back was arched to lift her most precious flesh to the rushing flow of warm water. Thank god for good water pressure. Her breath became ragged and heavy. Her eyes shut so tightly. Annie was oblivious to the world around. She had but one thought, one objective now, and was determined to reach it. I leaned over the edge of the tub. My face was so close, it almost touched her. Her wet body was so shiny and I could feel the heat rising from her. My hands moved with minds of their own, one into my own soaking wet panties, and one into Annie's adorable pink cunny. I slid a single finger between her tiny folds and a single finger between into my dripping gash. Contact was simultaneous, sending lightning bolts to our clits. Annie's opened wide as she gasped my name.

"Alice, yesss" she hissed.

Her hips pressed against my finger as hard as she could. Annie was thrusting her cunny against my hand. She was fucking my hand for all she was worth. My other hand was frantically whipping myself into a frenzy. It only lasted a couple of minutes before the big one hit both of us. Time had shifted into ultra slow motion. I feel as if my entire is about to explode. Then if hits me the ultimate full body pussy squirting like a fire hose cum (five times). Annie's first orgasm (I found out later) was a dewzy. Her entire body and soul seemed to tighten and convulse violently for about five or six minutes. Annie collapsed and passed out. Passing out after a world shaking orgasm is normally a good thing, except when you're in a tub full of water. After much struggle, legs still wobbly from my own soul shaking orgasms; I managed to pull Annie from the tub before she drowned. My chest heaving and heart pounding, I took notice of Annie's nipples. They were slightly larger in diameter than that of a quarter. She had no breasts at all. Completely, flat and smooth in all respects, save for her protruding puffy nipples that stuck out at least an inch or so. I stared at those nipples with my open mouth thinking.

"I wonder how they would feel in my hands? "Or my mouth?

As I leaned forward to take Annie's chest into my hands and mouth, my mom's voice rang out.

"Alice... Annie" "Where are those girls?"

Buckets of my pussy juice hitting a freshly mopped tile floor with such great force caused something resembling a thunder clap that brought me back to the present. I found myself, a 45 year old, overweight woman with large soft breasts that hang down almost to my belly button, standing completed naked in the middle of my employer's kitchen; leg slightly spread, holding her flaps open squirting gallons of cum everywhere. Finally, I fall into heap of flesh in large pool of my own juices. Sanity slowly finds its way back to my brain and I realize.

"Oh crap, It took all morning to clean the kitchen!"

To be continued... no really