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Alice's Wonderland

By: sailor_6969



My stories tend to be a bit longish. If this is a concern to you then please, just pass it by.


"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" the song blared and the party crowd bashed it out with gusto. Alice, eyes bright with excitement as the centre of attention being the birthday girl whirled and danced as her friends rejoiced in her happiness. She might not have been the best looking girl in school but if she wasn't, she was certainly one of them. Alice of the long blonde hair and gorgeous body

Alice, intoxicated by the moment, if not the alcohol revelled in the attention. And the crowd cheered when her boyfriend Chad placed his hands on her lovely ass, pulled her to him and gave her a passionate kiss which she returned with interest. 

"Happy birthday baby. Tonight is your night but we will make it a night to remember for us" he said.

She kissed him again, happy in his embrace. Like just about everyone Chad had been enchanted by Alice. Her innocence and flashing smile made an instant impression on everyone she met. And if that didn't work then her physical stature did: long shapely legs, tight ass, slim body and firm, full breasts that challenged any male to look her in the eye. Chad had been dating Alice for a couple of months, although unbeknown to Alice he was also seeing Mandy Smith for recreational purposes. A renowned "lad" he had vowed to his mates to be the one to pop her cherry. And with Chad's reputation none doubted that Alice would be the next conquest. Where Chad was concerned, conquest was the appropriate term.

Chad was the picture playboy, rich – at least his parents were, and if he couldn't get something off one then he would off the other, split parents are like that – flash car, good looking and determined to sow as many wild oats as possible. Alice fit in the wild oats category as far as he was concerned. Gorgeous, a virgin and he so liked a challenge, but let's be kind, of average working class background and thus not in his class. Yep: a very enjoyable challenge.

Chad had been a bit pissed off quite frankly. Having told his mates that he was going to take Alice he was becoming somewhat embarrassed that she hadn't come across. So when Alice's birthday came around he had made up his mind that one way or another he was going to have her. Chad organised a party for her. Music, alcohol, the best looking boy at school, ah life was good. And Chad was more than attentive, ensuring that she moved from one high to the next as Alice moved from tipsy to happily drunk.

And thus, as the night grew romantic she found herself parked with Chad in a passionate embrace as he chased her tongue around her mouth. Chad, as he liked to do, and Alice more than enjoyed, had a naked breast in his hand, rolling the aroused nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Alice felt his hand drop from her breast to rub her thigh.

"Mmmm, no Chad, please, we've talked about this before" she said in a slurred voice.

"But baby, I thought tonight, especially tonight we would make this our night, that we can share our love and do it legally because you are over the age of consent. You are free to make your own decisions baby." he said giving her another deep kiss.

"Baby now that you are legal it's only a matter of whether you love me enough. I know how I feel about you."

"Oh Chad, I love you so much but we can't" she said. Her voice a mixture of longing and fear.

"Well, yes, I know you love me but it seems that I love you much more than you love me" he said with just the right amount of pity in his voice.

"Oh Chad, I do love you, I love you so much" she said with a note of concern trying to clear her head.

"Baby, I guess, I just thought that tonight, well you are not a girl anymore, I thought that now you were all grown up, mature like all your friends" he said withdrawing slightly.

"Um, what do you mean like my friends" she said puzzled.

"Well I suppose the girls talk to each other, and I assume that you would know that we are the only couple that haven't consummated our love for each other" he said.

"No, what, you can't mean that all our friends, that John and Mary, Bob and Sharon, that..."

"Look, it's not important" he said soothingly "It's enough that we know we love each other ... in our own way" he said giving her a small kiss.

"At some stage when you are a bit more mature and sure of your love for me then..."

Alice was fighting hard to pull the threads together in her muddled mind. Not sure of where the conversation was heading but sure that something was not right.

"Oh Chad, I do love you, I do" she pleaded. "And I am grown up, more than Mary or Sharon or any of those girls are" she said a little miffed. "Anyway, they could be lying" she said uncertainly. But she couldn't help feeling jealous that Mary and Sharon and Jess and all her friends were having sex. Then as she mulled it over in her alcohol affected mind she recalled the odd comment or two, the shy laugh the group shared, one or two other things seemed to fit to make her think that maybe her friends were all having sex. Could she be the only virgin? Oh god, did they all know!

"I suppose they all could be lying" he said quietly emphasising the all. "Honey, I just want to show you how much I love you, how much I want you to be a woman – a real woman, my woman, more than any of those other girls ... but only when you are ready" he said in his most pathetic voice.

And he could sense her confusion as he sat quietly, patiently, the consummate predator.

"I don't know Chad, well, if we did do it, and I'm not saying that we will, but if we did we would have to be careful" she said hesitatingly.

And he fought to keep the smile from his face as he knowingly whispered in her ear "of course we would sweetheart, because it is about our love".

Pulling her to him he again gave her a passionate kiss.

"Baby, you are the most beautiful woman, I want to make total love to you, I want to show you just how much love a man can have for a woman, I want us to be together, like all our friends are, and tonight, tonight I want to be our night to remember forever." he said as his hand slowly stroked the smooth inner thigh, gradually sliding up her thigh towards the warmth above.

There comes a critical moment for every girl when she finally yields to her man's advances. Alice wanted it but was afraid at the same time, they both knew with absolute certainty that the moment was now. A moment's indecision and his fingers touched the warm cloth protecting her sex.

The battle won he was all lusting business now. Desperate not to lose the momentum he kissed her deeply to stop any conversation or give her a chance to say no. Tentatively but with haste he slid his hand into her pants, sliding his fingers through her pubic hair.

He stopped momentarily as she made a small noise and arched her back slightly as his fingers slipped over her clit and between her moistening virgin cunt lips. 

While not releasing the kiss he stroked her cunt until he was reasonably sure that she wouldn't stop. Bit by bit he inched her knickers down one side then the other while continuing to play with her. Once he reached mid thigh he quickly pulled them the rest of the way, as he did with his jeans.

Alice was still in two minds as she felt him working her knickers down. She was wracked by fear as he pulled them down to her thighs and she felt the cold car seat on her bare ass. She had a moment where she opened her mouth to plead with him but the moment passed as he pulled her knickers down and off. 

He could feel his cock throbbing in anticipation but he wanted more than a quick fuck. This was about conquest and he wanted to beak her will as well as enjoy the physical pleasure that he deserved. Now that her cunt was exposed he felt a certain thrill in savouring his prize; in denying himself her pleasures.

"Touch it" he whispered in her ear. "Feel the strength of my passion for you".

"Ugh, no Chad, please" she said softly.

"Come on baby" he said reaching across taking her by the wrist. In her mind she registered the wetness on his fingers as being from her.

She was reluctant and he could feel the tension in her as he slowly pulled her hand to him. 

"Ah, this is why god created virgins" he laughed to himself.

As he pulled her to him her hand was flat, her fingers extended and bent as far back as possible as if trying to avoid the inevitable contact. 

When she touched him her fingers curled around his girth in a natural reaction. He held it there for a few moments before gently encouraging her to rub her hand up and down his shaft. As he let go she tentatively continued to rub his shaft, gently squeezing the head and rubbing her thumb over the top lubricating his cock with his pre-cum as he played with her pussy again. But not for long.

Crossing the final hurdle he raised himself above her and moved between her legs as she spread herself nervously for him. 

"Put it in for me baby" he commanded making her nervously guide him to her.

He pushed the bulbous head between the loose folds of her pussy then slowly started working it into her. She had a moment of panic when he said "Jesus baby, you are so tight" as she felt him butting against her unyielding hole; then relief as she felt herself open slightly before he worked the head of his cock in. 

He shifted his position slightly before pushing more of his cock into her as her juices lubricated his shaft before they both felt him reach her maidenhead. He paused; this was his moment, before triumphantly taking her virginity. She felt a moment of pain as her hymen tore and he thrust himself into her. Uncertain of what to do she lay back and let him have his way with her. She could hear the springs in the seat squeak softly as he thrust the full length of his cock into her enjoying the exquisite pleasure of her tight cunt. He settled into a steady rhythm but within a few minutes she heard his breath quicken and his strokes become shorter and more intense before he groaned as he jammed into her and she could feel the spasms as he came inside her. 

A moment of fear washed over her and she said "oh god Chad, you said you were going to be careful".

As he climbed off her and started pulling up his jeans he casually said "of course, look everyone knows you can't get pregnant with your first".

She had heard that somewhere else before and feeling foolish at her naivety she followed his lead and dressed herself.

As soon as they were ready Chad told her to get back in the front and they took off for home. Chad gave her a kiss as he dropped her at the door then jumped back in the car and she watched, somewhat disappointed as the lights disappeared around the corner. 

Alice quietly opened the door, her heart pounding in her chest at the prospect of meeting her mother. She was sure her mother would know if she saw her now. But luck was with her, her mother had already gone to bed. Alice cleaned the evidence off her clothes, the traces of virginal blood, then went to bed dreaming of weddings and white picket fences.

She spent Sunday at home doing her assignments although she was disappointed that Chad hadn't rung her. Obviously he was working hard too.

Next morning as she arrived at school she noticed a group of girls whispering to each other as they cast glances her way but paid little attention to the suppressed laughter.

She expected to see Chad at the end of the day but he was not to be seen. She was a bit disappointed and happily accepted Janine's offer of a lift home. On the way Janine said to her softly "look, you know I'm your friend and wouldn't do anything to hurt you".

With a sense of foreboding Alice said "Yes, what's up?"

Janine drove on silently for a while before saying "look, you're a sweet kid and I don't want to see you get hurt but, I guess you should know that Chad has been bragging to his mates that he took your cherry on Saturday night. It's not my business what you do but I just thought you should know what he has been saying".

Alice was in shock but knew in herself that it was true.

Alice finally caught up with Chad. Fighting to hold back her tears she haltingly asked if he had said anything to anyone. 

"Hey babe, well, everyone knows that boys do that sort of thing. Shit, I told you that all our friends are doing it so where did you think I got that news from. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" she almost sobbed. "Chad it was about us, about our love, I... I don't see how you could tell anyone?"

"Fuck me" he retorted angrily, "get off my case will you. Look, you're a nice kid but jeez, it's not like you did anything hot. Shit you just lay there and I had to do all the work. Pretty bloody cold really".

"Oh my god, you didn't, you couldn't have said that to anyone ... could you?" she said mortified. "Oh my god ... you did didn't you?" she asked incredulously.

And as she looked at him pleading with her eyes he just looked back at her with the traces of a smirk on his face.

Alice stood there mortified, she slowly raised one hand to her mouth and bit hard on the joint of her index finger. Fighting desperately not to let him see her cry she turned and numbly walked away from him fighting the urge to run. It had to be a mistake, it just had to.

Peter had been surprised when he heard Chad tell the guys that he had fucked Alice. He really hadn't thought of Alice as being that sort of girl but everyone knew Chad's reputation so he had no reason to doubt that it had happened. Peter had lived next door to Alice for some time and had had a crush on her virtually since they met, as did just about everyone. So it was with some disappointment coupled with a male excitement as he heard Chad relate his experience. In Chad's words Alice was one of those girls who could best be described as a cock tease. She really wanted it but needed to be pushed, it was a power thing with her, she just wouldn't give it away. She needed someone who was prepared to show her he knew what he wanted and was prepared to take it. So when she said no she really meant yes. It was her way of testing you but if you persevered, she wouldn't fight too hard and would then go off like a cracker. The guys all laughed at this but he somehow thought it was a bit sad.

Alice was determined to make Chad want her. She took some of her savings and bought a sexy top that she had admired but didn't have the courage to buy before. It was a red satin material, the halter neck was open below the breast and the strips so narrow that the classical curve of her breast showed through the open cleavage and also from the sides near the armpit. White mini skirt, red open shoes with high heels showed off her shapely legs, blond hair, red lipstick and highlights on the eyes – she looked hot. She just knew that when Chad saw her he would come to her, he had to.

In spite of her positive appraisal Alice was nervous when she arrived at the party. She cast a furtive glance around the group. Entering the doorway to one of the side rooms she saw Chad talking with a group of mates: then a flush of anger as she saw him with that bitch Mandy, randy Mandy. Everyone knew she was a slut. They were part of a group and Chad had his arm round Mandy's shoulders. Mandy noticed Alice appear and stop in the doorway. Looking directly at Alice, Mandy mockingly smiled at her before seductively flicking her tongue over the top of her beer bottle, then opening her mouth slowly slipped the neck of the bottle into her mouth simulating oral sex. The exchange, seen by none other than Mandy and Alice was simple in its execution, vicious in its intent and brutal in its application: the emotional effect devastatingly painful, more than any physical assault might have been. And they both knew it.

The room closed in on Alice, she started feeling faint, her breathing was hard and came in short gasps, her chest hurt. Desperate to escape she whirled away from the door and barrelled into Peter walking past knocking his hand and splashing his drink in the air. A small amount splashed onto her face before trickling down her neck. 

"Shit" said Peter. God, I'm sorry, here let me help" he said quickly pulling out his handkerchief. Gently he wiped her chin then hesitated unsure as to whether to dab the drops trickling over the swell of her breast. And he could help but notice how much bare skin he could see.

"It's ok: she said, glad for any interruption as she fought back the tears.

Peter felt an instant stirring in his loins and his hand was shaking as he gently dabbed away the beer.

"Here, come and I will get you a drink" he said and she went with him, pleased to escape the mocking look from Mandy.

Desperate now not to appear as if she cared or was interested in Chad Alice paired off with Peter. Fighting for control she realised that she really didn't want to be with Peter but if she was going to show Chad that he didn't matter then she rationalised that she would have to be with someone and Peter was a nice guy. Peter was like a brother, familiar, safe so she had no concerns being with him.

As the night wore on she danced and laughed and draped herself over Peter to show that she didn't care about Chad and that bitch Mandy. Peter was surprised at her reaction to him but more than happy with the situation lapping up the attention as Alice was seemingly all over him. He couldn't help but ogle her breasts which were all but falling out of her blouse as she danced and laughed with him, the nipples puckered and forming exciting little points through the sheer material. Alice was drinking more than usual and Peter ensured that she never had to ask. 

So when Peter leaned into her and kissed her she responded aggressively knowing that Chad could see them.

When it came time to toast the host Peter grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured Alice a full tumbler inviting her to scull it in one gulp. As she coughed and spluttered he filled it again and group pressure being what it is Alice felt under pressure to show she could handle it, so she threw the second down. 

As they prepared to leave Alice saw Chad and Peter in earnest conversation and smiled to herself in the knowledge that Chad was jealous. Her plan was working.

Had she been closer she may have heard Chad talking with Peter about her. "Look, if you want her you're going to have to work for it. She's not just going to give it to you. She likes to play hard to get, makes her feel better in herself, so be prepared for her to say no but just play around that. If she doesn't slap your face then she wants you so play the game but when the time comes let her know who is boss. It's like reeling in a fish. You reel it in a bit then give a bit of slack so you can reel it in a bit more, but you keep the pressure on. But let her know all along that you are in control. Take your time and play with her boobs; that really gets her in the mood before you put the hard word on her. When you do, as they say in the ads, just do it."

Inevitably, when she left with Peter she was drunk and had to be helped staggering to his car. Certain that Chad was jealous of Peter, when he stopped in a secluded spot and suggested that they sit in the back seat for a while she willingly agreed. In her drunken state Alice was still trying to prove something to Chad and responded to Peter's kisses knowing that Chad was jealous of Peter already. 

Chad had said that Alice loved having her breasts played with and, although Peter still had his doubts about Chad's boasts he knew that this would be a litmus test. He was somewhat uncertain, expectant but hopeful when he reached up to gently cup her breast. And by the time she thought about it, it was too late to stop. 

Encouraged Peter kissed her with rising passion as he fondled her full breast. His arousal growing quickly as he marvelled at the smooth feel of her through the material of her blouse. Encouraged, he kissed her deeply and slipped his hand inside her blouse onto her naked breast. He stopped momentarily as Alice stiffened at his touch but carried on more confidently as she made no real move to stop him. That just seemed to be confirmation of what Chad had stated and he could feel his excitement growing with the increasing certainty he felt that he was going to fuck this gorgeous girl.


Alice's Wonderland



Alice was the sort of girl that every other pregnancy fetishist dreamed of. She was tall, athletic, and had a wicked sense of humour. Also she herself was obsessed with pregnancy and being knocked up. Since she hit puberty she had craved to feel something slowly grow inside her, and as she got older this desire had exploded into a full-fledged fetish. She frequented several fetish chat rooms, idly browsed through photos of pregnant women when she was bored, and she almost never masturbated without wearing the fake tummy she had stolen from a local maternity shop. Many of her closest friends knew a little of her fascination with pregnancy, but none had ever imagined that it had consumed her so thoroughly. Alice didn't mind who knew about her fetish, it seemed completely natural to her, and while she didn't flaunt it she certainly didn't try very hard to hide it. In fact the only way that she let her fetish influence her social life was that she did her best to avoid sex. Well, sex with men at least. This wasn't because she wasn't attracted to the opposite sex, quite the opposite in fact. She knew that any guy could give her what she ached for so desperately. Almost any guy would do; even one random hookup and she might give in and let his seed sprout inside her. She would relish the feeling and she knew that once she started she would never stop. Being pregnant for 8 months just wouldn't be enough for her once she gave in. She knew that she would keep letting men put babies in her for as long as her body would allow her. So she stayed away from those who could make her dreams come true at least until she finished her degree. And preferably until she found someone she could settle down with, who would understand her potential addiction, and who would lovingly encourage it.

But everyone has needs, and Alice, deprived of her ultimate sexual fantasy, had more needs than most. And so Alice turned to girls. She was currently seeing a girl named Jenny, but she also had two other girls on the side. Jenny was a great girl, lots of fun to hang out with and had a wicked tongue, but she just wasn't enough. They had been dating for a couple of months and both considered it pretty serious, but Jenny didn't like bringing toys or props into the bedroom, and Alice had quickly grown frustrated when she couldn't use her fake tummy. And even that would have been okay if Jenny would use a strap-on, at least then she could imagine a hot load of sperm being poured into her fertile womb. So Alice had stepped out on her, first with Natalia, a short, spunky girl she had met in one of her classes, and then with Delilah, the older sister of a close friend. Neither of these girls was particularly turned on by the thought of pregnancy, but they were crushing on her so hard that they didn't care if she wanted to pretend to have a bun in the oven. And so Alice was satisfied. She had Jenny for her relationship needs, and she had Natalia and Delilah for her more exotic needs.

Life could only be more perfect if she was actually pregnant. She so badly wanted her tits to fill up with milk, and for her stomach to be so large that she couldn't even see her own feet. But she had to wait, which is why she had three girlfriends. Unfortunately Jenny was currently out of town visiting family, and Natalia and Delilah were both busy with school and work respectively. And so Alice was once again on the internet, browsing for porn before bed. She already had an extensive collection of pictures and videos stored on her computer, but she was always looking for new material. Her left hand was between her legs, massaging gently, as her right scrolled through page after page of sexy pregnant women. Occasionally she would stumble upon a particularly eye-catching photo, perhaps drawn to an especially gravid stomach, or a surprisingly deep bellybutton, and she would enlarge the picture, ogling it while her left hand increased its tempo. On this particular occasion Alice had already saved a dozen pictures to her archive, and had cum twice, though neither had been very satisfying.

Perhaps I should strap on the tummy, she thought idly. But it's over in the closet and I'm too comfortable... And so Alice pulled off the baggy sweater she had been wearing and cast it to the floor. She sat back against the cool leather of her computer chair, totally exposed. Her left hand had returned to its task, while the other opened one of her favorite videos. It starred two fairly attractive women, both blondes with large tits, one of whom was massive pregnant. The other woman was wearing a large purple strap-on, which she wasted no time putting to good use.

God I would give anything to switch places with either of these girls. I would love to fuck someone while she was pregnant, almost as much as I would love to be that massively pregnant.

Her right hand started to pinch her nipple as she took her right breast into her hand. Her breasts were quite sizable for someone of her build, comfortably filling D cups, and she could easily lift them to her own mouth to be sucked on when she wanted to. And she wanted to.

On screen the pregnant woman was on her hands and knees, while the other woman slammed into her from behind. Alice could see that the woman with the strap-on was leaning forward just far enough that she could caress her partner's massive stomach. I bet that feels so hot! I bet her skin is super tight... She looks like she is almost ready to burst!

Alice, never looking away from the monitor, dropped her right hand down from her breasts, and began lightly stroking her taught stomach. Just because I'm not wearing the tummy doesn't mean I can't have fun! she thought with a smile.

Alice took a deep breath and slowly pushed out her stomach. Her gut began to grow gradually, gently sloping out from her midsection. The pregnant woman in the video started moaning, indicating she was about to climax, and Alice started to chime in as she increased the speed she was stroking both her pussy and her slightly distended stomach. If she had ever looked away from the screen Alice would have seen the cute tummy of a woman about 4 months along. The gentle curvature of her belly paled in comparison to the titanic tummy she was watching, but in her imagination she was 8, maybe 9 months pregnant, and her stomach was almost too large to walk around with.

The pregnant woman shuddered and seized as her orgasm finally overcame her, and Alice joined her, their screams of pleasure harmonizing like a symphony.

Oh fuck that was good! Alice thought as she leaned back in her chair, physically and psychically spent from her amazing climax.

Alice shut down her computer and stumbled into her en suite bathroom to wash her face before bed. It was only then that she noticed that her normally flat stomach had a distinctly rounded appearance. She turned to check herself out in the mirror, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she looked to be about 4 months along. She knew that she looked exactly like she did when she pushed her stomach out as far as she could, but now she wasn't putting any effort into it. Her muscles were relaxed and her breathing was regular. 

"What the Hell??" she wondered aloud. And while she was concerned that something had gone wrong, she couldn't contain her excitement for her new found toy. She ran back into her room, dove under her covers, closed her eyes, and let her hands roam. Under normal circumstances she would have been impressed that she was this wet after already having three orgasms, but this was certainly no ordinary situation. It was like a dream come true, and just in case it really was a dream she was going to take full advantage of it while she could. Her hands poked, prodded, stroked and massaged her new belly, while her mind created snapshots of her, just starting to show, and being fucked by all three of her girlfriends. Sometimes she imagined Jenny going down on her, her head barely visible behind Alice's mountain of flesh. Other times Natalia and Delilah alternated fucking her while the other ground her sex against Alice's massive belly. Alice came once, then twice, then a third time, setting her record for most orgasms in one day.

And then the sleepy brain chemicals finally won out, and she slipped into darkness.



Alice's Wonderland



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Copyright Oggbashan December 2014

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. 

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Alice's Wonderland, or 'Eat Me; Drink Me'

Prologue

The planet Sextiple was known throughout the galaxy as the place to go for gambling, entertainment, pleasure and unusual experiences. If you could afford it, Sextiple was the place to let your hair down.

It advertised itself as bigger and better than the historic US gambling town that most had forgotten.

I wasn't there for pleasure. My employers, a large pan-galactic business management company, had sent me to Sextiple as a senior accountant helping with their audits of the companies who ran Sextiple.

Unlike on many other planets I didn't have to worry about obscure accounting practices to avoid taxes. There was only one tax on Sextiple, a one per cent levy. The tax was collected at the Currency conversion points. Only Sextiple currency could be spent on the planet, and the one per cent was deducted when off-planet currency was exchanged.

It was a serious criminal offence to use any other currency, but why would you? The exchange rates, including the tax, were very good. Almost any planet's currency, once changed into Sextiple money, had a purchase power at least three times that of the original money.

The downside? You couldn't take Sextiple money off-planet. If you won big at poker, you could convert your winnings, or spend it on Sextiple for three times the fun.

Before I landed on Sextiple I had arranged for at least three-quarters of my wages to be paid off-planet. The quarter, paid in Sextiple currency, was more than I needed to live and enjoy myself within reasonable limits, particularly as my employment contract barred me from any gambling beyond lotteries.

Most of the residents on the planet were there temporarily, like me. It was a great place to work when you are young. Most contracts provided full board accommodation at no cost, two trips a year back to your home planet, and facilities for employees.

Anyone who worked for five years on Sextiple, whatever they did, would be able to save most of their earnings, unless they were seduced by the gambling opportunities. At the end of their contract they could return home with sufficient money in the bank to set themselves up for life. 

Like many others I was buying a house on my home planet, and would have paid off the loan by the time my stay on Sextiple ended.

Meeting Alice

One of the common facilities offered to employees on Sextiple were staff clubs. They were meant to be only for employees of the particular contractor but that wasn't enforced or even observed. As long as you were a local employee wearing a staff tag, you could go to any staff club and enjoy the free food, free drink and free entertainment.

I, and many of my friends, had tried other staff clubs. The one we agreed was a disappointment had been the Prostitutes' Club. Off-duty, the last thing the Prostitutes wanted was sex. They might talk sometimes about unusual client requests, exchange information about clients to be avoided, but generally they were even more boring than my accountant colleagues.

One Wednesday evening my colleague Brian persuaded me to join him at the Entertainers' Club. His girlfriend Zoe was a serious actress, performing in drama. I had been told that most Entertainers weren't great company off stage, but surely they might be better company than my Accountants' Club where people spent too much time talking shop. The designation Entertainers included those who performed sex in public such as Pole and Lap Dancers.

When I entered the prospects looked much better. The people were all young, attractive, and animated. Some were still wearing their stage make up, because they had just finished a performance or would be starting one shortly. The big names, the headline acts, didn't go to the Entertainers' Club. They had their parties in their luxury hotel suites. Those there that evening were the bit players, the children's entertainers, the specialist performers including the sexual artistes.

In my formal accountant's pinstripe suiting I looked out of place. I had thought I could pretend to be an actor in a play. I couldn't continue that deception if anyone came close to me because my mandatory staff tag showed my employer and my status. I was labelled "Senior Accountant".

Some of the tags near me read "Ingénue"; "Dancer"; "Chorus Line" etc.

Zoe introduced me to her friend Helen. Helen was a tall raven haired woman dressed in a long white Greek dress held together with gold straps. Zoe introduced her as Helen of Troy. Helen's boyfriend was temporarily off-planet visiting his parents. 

Helen explained that he was intending to gently break the news that he might become engaged to an actress. She was very willing to be with me for the evening, but as Brian and Zoe's friend, not a replacement for the absent boyfriend. We four shared a table. Brian and I danced with Helen and Zoe several times. I had an enjoyable evening. 

Helen was a good companion for an evening. She seemed to like me too and suggested that Brian and Zoe bring me back another night.

They did. Several times. I had become almost a regular, with or without Brian and Zoe, even after Helen's boyfriend returned. We had enlarged our group of acquaintances in the Entertainers' Club. I could choose to dance with an increasing number of women who were part of the group of friends.

Several weeks later I was free on a Friday evening. I knew most of our friends wouldn't be there. They were regulars on Wednesday and Thursday evenings, a quiet time for entertainers because most entertainment was staged on Friday and Saturday nights.

Even though I expected to miss most of our friends I thought a few might be there. I didn't recognise anyone. They were a completely different set of people.

But one woman came straight towards me.

"You're a new face, aren't you?"

She lifted my tag.

"Graham Smythe, Senior Accountant? You are slumming, aren't you Graham?"

I looked at her tag. It said: 'Alice Wonderland, Pantomime and Fetish Artist'. She looked like it. 

Alice was wearing the traditional Alice in Wonderland outfit of a full skirted blue dress with a white apron. The apron was large, the upper part covering her torso. It was frilled at the sides, had short cap sleeves, and the apron ties crossed her back before being tied behind her waist. Her blonde hair bounced on her apron covered shoulders. But she was no children's Alice. Her breasts strained against the bodice of her dress. Her legs were clad in white stockings but as she had walked towards me the white suspenders had been visible under her petticoats. 

Her face looked lived in, world weary. The expression seemed to say 'OK, I'm Alice in Wonderland, but I've seen it all, done it all, and I'm bored of it'.

"Alice Wonderland?" I asked. "Is that your real name?"

"No, Graham, it's not. You couldn't say my real name. Human throats can't produce the right sounds."

"Human, Alice? You look human, a very attractive human."

"Thank you, Graham. I try. But appearances can be deceptive. Just like you. There must be something different under that suit for a Senior Accountant to come here. I'd like to find out how different?"

"Why not? Miss Alice, would you honour me with a dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask. That's why I came across to you."

Alice waved a hand vaguely.

"I've danced with most of those here at least once in the last year. They're OK, but they're too emotional, like most entertainers."

Alice snuggled against my chest. My arm went around her waist. She put both of her arms around me. Our faces were very close as we danced a slow number. I was very aware of Alice's breasts with erect nipples pressed hard against me. After the second dance Alice led me to an empty table. I sat down. She sat on my lap.

Alice stopped one of her passing friends called Moira. Moira was a redhead wearing a clinging green gown that showed an interesting cleavage. She asked Moira to get drinks for us -- the usual. Since drinks at all staff clubs are free, I didn't have to play the gentlemen and buy them. Drinks are provided by dispensing machines.

Moira returned with two drinks. She gave Alice a lurid green foaming concoction. Mine looked clear, like Vodka or Gin.

"Are you sure, Alice?" Moira asked. "He looks nice."

"Don't worry, Moira," Alice replied. "I think so too. He's not a customer. He's a potential friend."

"Don't drink too much of that," Moira said to me. "It can turn Alice into a monster."

Alice laughed. I wasn't too sure. Moira's warning sounded serious.

"A monster?" I asked after Moira had left.

"I did hint that I'm not human, Graham. The fetish part of my role can be monstrous. It depends on the customer's requirements and his imagination. Whatever he wants from Alice, that I can be, within limits. I'll never be a child-like Alice. But I can take him to whatever adult Wonderland he wants."

"That sounds interesting. Perhaps slightly frightening. What Wonderland do you want to be in, Alice? What would you choose?"

"Me, Graham? I never get to choose. I play roles for others and get paid very well for doing that."

"If you could choose?"

Alice looked at me carefully.

"Graham. Are you suggesting that I should take you to my Wonderland? Not yours, but mine?"

"Why not?"

"Because you might not like it. You would have to play the role to my direction, do what I want, be what I want you to be."

"And what's wrong with that? Most men want to please a woman..."

"Only if it gets the man what he wants, and that's usually sex."

"Sex is good. But giving a woman what she really wants can be rewarding for the man without necessarily demanding a price for it."

"If I believe you really mean it..."

Alice put her hand over my drink.

"Don't drink that. Leave it there."

"Can I ask why?"

"Yes. It produces enhanced emotions. It reduces your inhibitions and lets you express your fantasies. If you want to let me live in my Wonderland, you don't need that drink. We're going to my Wonderland, not yours."

"And my role is what? Knave of Hearts?"

"You'll find out. Come on."

Alice slid off my lap, revealing more suspenders and frilly white panties. She took me by the hand and walked up to Moira.

"Thank you, Moira," she said. 

"For what?" Moira asked.

"For warning Graham. He hasn't had that drink. We're going to find out what two people can do without emotional stimulation."

"You don't always need drinks for that, Alice. Just wiggling your boobs can be devastating."

Moira shimmied her breasts. They swung delightfully under her clinging robe. My lower regions felt the effect of Moira's demonstration.

"I know, Moira, I know," Alice replied. "And yours are spectacular. Come on Graham, or Moira's dress will accidentally give you a view."

Moira laughed and turned her attention to a tall man dressed as a Roman soldier who had been watching her breasts with interest. As we left the club they were dancing together.

"It's not far to my place," Alice said. "Just around the block."

Her place was similar to mine. It was an anonymous apartment building of about twenty stories. Alice's unit was up a single flight of stairs.

We sat down in her living room.

"Graham, before we start I must make some things very clear to you."

"Yes, Alice," I said mock-meekly.

"I'm serious, Graham."

"OK, Alice," I replied. "I'm listening."

"I've told you that I'm not human. I'm not. That means several things. First, no matter what we do, there is no way you can make me pregnant. Second, you can't catch any sexual disease from me, and I can't catch anything from you. You can't even give me a cold. Nor can I give you one."

I nodded.

"So we don't need any protection if we do anything sexual. OK?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Third, what we might do could take a long time. Are you free this weekend?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Fourth, I'm a fetish performer and well paid for it. Within limits I can transform myself. I can't transform my clothes unless I am wearing adapted clothing that will move with me. So I'm going to strip. So are you."

We stripped each other, awkwardly at first but then we enjoyed doing it. Alice pushed me to sit on the settee and stood in front of me.

"Look at me, Graham," Alice ordered. "Breast size?"

As I watched her breasts shrank from the large firm mounds to smaller but firm ones with prominent nipples. They grew again to become large and floppy before returning to their original state.

"Wow," I said. "That is different."

"That was simple. This is more difficult. Height?"

Alice without her high heels was a couple of inches shorter than me. As I watched her legs lengthened and her body, retaining its proportions, widened to suit her increased height. She stopped at a height nearly half as tall again as I am. From my seated position I was looking way up past her breasts to see her face.

"I'm not happy shrinking, particularly as Alice in Wonderland," she said, "because I do not do children. I am always an adult in any scenario. But some people like an adult Tinkerbelle."

Alice shrank to what would have been about waist height if I had been standing. She was certainly adult. Her breasts were prominent, almost out of proportion, and her expression was salacious. She chuckled. That was a very adult chuckle.

"I usually wear a green dress with attached wings when I'm like this," she added. "And Tinkerbelle always rides her men."

Alice as Tinkerbelle jumped on to me. I felt her pussy brush across my erection. She stayed there for just a couple of seconds before climbing off and resuming her original size.

"I can be blonde, or brunette."

Alice's hair changed from shoulder length blonde to a glossy brunette bob.

"Or a red head."

Her red hair rivalled Moira's flowing locks. Her pubic hair changed to match. 

"I can even pretend to be someone else..."

She became Moira's twin, an exact copy, but stark naked. 

"Helen told me about you, Graham."

Alice changed into the Helen I knew as Helen of Troy. If Alice's nude version was a real representation of Helen, I envied her boyfriend. A few seconds later she was back as the Alice I had first seen.

"Which do you want, Graham?"

"That's not why I'm here," I replied. "I'm here to help you with YOUR choice. To go to YOUR Wonderland, not any that I might imagine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Alice. An accountant's imagination isn't supposed to be earth-shattering. Your Wonderland might be beyond my wildest dreams."

"And you're willing to let me use you to get there?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Thank you. Can we go to my bedroom?"

Entering Alice's Wonderland

I took her hand. The bed was four times the size of the largest normal double bed. It was covered with a white satin sheet and there were eight pillows piled against the head board.

Alice picked up a large bottle of baby oil.

"You need to be oiled. OK, Graham?"

"Yes, Alice."

"You can shower afterwards."

She asked me to lay down at the edge of the bed. I don't know how, but the oil was warm. She rubbed it all over my body, rolling me from side to side until I was completely covered. She plastered my hair flat.

She positioned herself leaning against the pillows.

"Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered.

"There were two significant labels. 'Eat Me' and 'Drink Me'."

"Yes, Alice."

"We'll start with 'Eat Me'."

Alice pointed between her spread legs. I shuffled up the bed and lowered my head towards her pussy. Her hands reached down to direct me to the exact place. I extended my tongue and began to lick. Alice's hands contracted around my head as I began to arouse her. She pulled me closer. Her labia spread wider to allow my nose to follow my tongue and lips. Her taste and scent was unlike any woman I had ever enjoyed like this, not that there had been many. I was enjoying her and tried harder to please her.

After a few minutes I was aware of several odd deviations from normal pussy eating. Her outer lips had spread wider than I thought possible. My mouth and nose were deep between them. If I was as deep inside her pussy as I seemed to be, I should be suffocating. I wasn't. I was breathing normally, breathing in her delicious perfume, but I ought to be short of breath.

I assumed that Alice had made herself larger than normal, as she had done before. Her pussy was all I could see. Although I was aware of the satin sheet under me, and her hands behind my head, her pussy was swamping my senses.

"Graham, this won't hurt..." Alice's voice seemed far away.

Her hands moved down to grip my upper arms. From the first touch those hands seemed enormous. They grabbed not just my arms but the sides of my torso. They pulled me towards her. I might have squeaked as my head entered between her spread lips. If I did, the sound was lost inside her.

A tight band of pulsating muscle slid downwards past my nose, beyond my chin and slackened around my neck before clamping my arms tight against my body. I was still sliding inwards into a pink haze that was turning red and darker beyond. I could feel that Alice's hands were now holding my hips.

A third of me, my head and upper body, was inside Alice. How, I didn't know. How I could continue to breathe? I didn't know that either. I was just grateful that I could.

I began to realise that I was penetrating Alice far more than I ever could with a penis. The whole of me was being Alice's sex toy, an animated dildo. Could I make the encounter better for her? I tried wriggling my body. Her muscles reacted by clamping around me. I wriggled some more, trying to replicate the thrusts I would make if I had penetrated with an erection. 

Alice's muscles matched my rhythm as I slid deeper, pushed by her hands on my lower legs. The red light that had been ahead of me was now behind me. My eyes were in complete darkness when I sensed my head passing through another band of Alice's muscles into a wider area. My head must be in her uterus. My feet were no longer touching the satin sheet. Alice's hands were holding them until she pushed them. They entered between her outer lips that slowly closed behind them. My whole body, except my free head, was being rhythmically squeezed as I wriggled.

Alice seemed to be reaching a crescendo. Her muscles clamped harder and the rate of contractions increased until I was flung around, still tightly held, as her body writhed frantically.

Her muscles relaxed slightly and slowed down before another orgasm built itself up, reached its peak and subsided again. I was doing what little I could to help arouse Alice but I was tiring. Using my whole body as a sexual tool was draining.

At last Alice seemed to have finished. I could feel the constriction around me slacken. There was a short period of just being contained before her muscles went into action again. This time they were starting to contract around my ankles and moving up my body in a wave. I was being pushed deeper into Alice. Once my shoulders had entered the wider area, the rest of me followed within a few seconds. I slithered down the curve of a warm slope to end curled in a ball at the bottom. I could feel the change as Alice stood up. I was a foetus inside her, somehow still breathing normally, but the passage I had entered by had closed behind me.

What was the last thing I had heard Alice say?

'Graham, this won't hurt...'




Alice's Wonderland



Back in the days when I used to work as a barmaid in a gay club, my best friend was a workmate called Alice. We shared a room for a few months, living above the club together, which was handy cos we also shared a doctor, and were taking the same hormones.

Quite often, we used to compare our bodies to see how we were changing. And it was strange how much like chalk and cheese we were!

My breasts never grew much, though they became extremely sensitive, especially the nipples. I got so touchy there, just an accidental brush against somebody's jacket could send a quiver right through me! But downstairs? Why, the little I had simply shrivelled up so much, it looked sometimes like I'd already been given the snip, and Alice often joked the surgeon would need a microscope and tweezers to work on me!

But she was quite a different story...

Whereas I needed fillers to pad out an A cup bra, she was stretching a B cup in absolutely no time, and soon threatening far greater developments! Meanwhile, downstairs she had enough flaccid meat to make a gorilla green with envy! I mean honestly, I reckon plenty of dudes would have paid for her operation if it meant they could get her unwanted appendage grafted between their own legs!

Now naturally she didn't want to talk about it, but I can only guess she was born extremely well endowed down there? Anyway, by the time I hooked up with her, she was long past being able to get an erection, as the hormones had turned her fruits to nuts.

But still, she had so much meat that all she needed to do was give it a good rub then fit an Arab strap and the result looked impressive, even if the hosepipe was no longer plugged onto the tap!

Believe me, there are plenty of guys who'll pay a small fortune to play around with a gurl possessing an asset like that...

And that was useful cos, it goes without saying, Alice needed all the money she could get!

The club we worked at was in West London, and attracted a lot of guys who didn't think of themselves as gay. We barmaids all wore the same uniform, consisting of a pink blouse under a black waistcoat, a pink miniskirt, black seamed stockings and high-heeled pink stiletto sandals. Most nights the place got pretty crowded, and there was plenty of gropes and innuendoes, to say nothing of outright and often brazen proposals.

On these, the management's rule was simple; we could do whatever we liked, only it had to be in our own time. So if we wanted to disappear with some punter into the hotel across the street (a dive that rented rooms out by the hour) that was fine - just so long as it happened off the books.

Speaking for myself, I've never inclined towards selling my body, but I can't deny that maybe once or twice a really nice-looking customer I would have fancied anyhow maybe offered to take me over the road and, being a bit short of ready funds at the time, I succumbed.

It's only human nature, right?

Anyway, what I remember most about that hotel is how small the rooms were, and how much the beds used to creak! Also, that was where I first learnt that cockroaches can fly, which is not something you need to find out while you're on your knees deep-throating some guy!

But not being a slut by nature, I hardly ever entered the place, which cannot be said for Alice! Why, some nights she'd be still be there at daybreak!

Of course, thanks to her major asset that neither me nor any of the other barmaids possessed, she was in far higher demand than the rest of us.

So I guess it was always inevitable that, one fine evening, she was going to vanish inside that filthy flea pit and never come back?

Of course, the management were real angry cos she'd not worked any notice, and I was told sternly that if she tried to contact me about fetching her personal stuff from our room I was not to help her, but to tell the boss instead. 

But that never happened...

Instead, about three months after she disappeared, I received a phone call from her, asking me to go and see her in an extremely upmarket part of Chelsea; the kind of area where so-called Sloane Rangers and yuppie bankers were paying insane prices for tiny apartments.

So I visited this fancy building, wearing my most demure floral dress and flattest court heels, and took one of those accordion elevators up to the fourth floor past so many hand-painted tiles they'd pay for a Rolls Royce and, feeling a long way out of place, I knocked on a door made of such solid English oak I feared I just had to be the victim of some insane practical joke...

But no, the door was answered by Alice! And she was ever so eager to see me...

To say she was pleased would be quite a colossal understatement; I was greeted with the broadest grin I've ever gazed upon, with her ivories sparkling next to her pretty plum lipstick, before she all but dragged me across the threshold of what, without a doubt, has to be the nicest home my heels have ever sullied.

I mean honestly, this pad was palatial! Every room had Axminster carpets, Chippendale furniture and original oil paintings by Old Masters. It was like the place had been kitted out for the Royal Family, and much as I was impressed, I soon began to worry, for what the hell could Alice possibly have done to deserve any of this?

In her divine designer kitchen, while a blender of sophistication far beyond my understanding prepared a couple of Harvey Wallbangers, I sat on a Conran chair as Alice explained her situation to me...

The apartment belonged to Simeon, an old Etonian art dealer she'd met at the club and who had taken her across the road to the hotel a number of times, before deciding he wanted a much more exclusive arrangement.

He lived with his wife and family in an upmarket enclave of Berkshire, but came to town most days for work, and expected Alice to be at his beck and call. And in exchange, she lived this life of pampered luxury.

It all sounded so perfect, as if she was in Wonderland, right? She should have been happier than the cat that stole the cream; except she clearly wasn't!

The fact was, stress was stretching her every syllable; and that wasn't the only obvious change to her tone - her voice was far deeper than it used to be!

I was thinking how to raise an issue that is, for gurls like me and Alice, an incredibly sensitive subject, when the rattling of a latchkey suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and sent Alice into some kind of terrible panic.

It seemed that Simeon had arrived unexpectedly!

Without the least ado, I was hastily rushed towards the master bedroom, tripping tremulously over several sheepskins before being bundled into a wardrobe from where, Alice's frightened eyes assured me, I was about to witness the kind of service Simeon expected in return for all his material generosity.

With the wardrobe door conveniently ajar, I was able to peep from the shadows as a smart suit appeared, inside which a rather arrogant fellow of around forty had taken residence; a chap who preferred a neckerchief to a tie, and spoke like he'd a plum stuck in his mouth.

"Do be quick darling, I don't have all day!"

"Sorry, Simeon! I'm trying my best..."

"Mmm, so you keep saying; there are other fish, don't you know?"

"Sorry!"

Spying like a sly Peeping Tom, I watched Alice unzip her beautiful designer dress and let it fall onto the carpet. Then, standing tearfully in silver heels, black seamed hold-up stockings and a white cross-your-heart bra that expertly matched her panty girdle, she peeled off that last item, rolling it right down her nylon-clad legs till it fell to the floor, freeing her to finally step out of its constraints...

And that's when I gasped so hard, I'm amazed to this day that nobody heard me!

I really couldn't believe my eyes, and rubbed them so much I messed up my eye shadow, thinking all the time I must have been hallucinating, only no! it was oh, so awfully true...

Alice was hung like a farmyard bull!

I believe I've already explained how her meat-rod used to be a pretty impressive organ, even when it was flaccid, and how she could rub enough life into it so that, with a cock ring fitted, there was always a healthy handful of flesh for those who were interested (of whom, as I've said, there were usually plenty!).

But now, she was a creature transformed! Her big, bulging balls dangled from a long, drooping sac, while her impressively fat phallus stood rigidly to attention, every bit as remarkable for its girth as for its extension. And I swear by all the gods, there was no way she fell short of a full nine inches between her fat, throbbing cherry and the spot where, should things finally work out for her, the pussy she craves will one day rest!

With Alice standing beside the bed in a state of rigid readiness, Simeon asked: "Please Mummy Pig, might Popsy Pig have some milk from his favourite udder?"

"Of course, Popsy Pig!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Mummy Pig!"

On which note, Simeon got down on his knees before Alice, and began to suck her off with a vigour I've rarely seen before! I mean seriously, I've been called a cock-hungry slut once or twice, when I've maybe had the hots for some hunk who was perhaps playing a waiting game with me, but this was something else; Simeon was simply gagging to get as much of Alice's meat into his mouth as he could manage!

The guy was so greedy, it was kind of degrading to watch. He behaved like a small kid locked in a sweetshop; stuffing his face furiously, like he was scared he was about to be rudely interrupted.

Except it wasn't candy he was filling his throat with, it was Alice's miraculously reinvigorated male member! And the more Simeon sucked and blew on her, the more distressed she started to look. I swear, before she emptied her load down his eager throat, I'd seen Alice wipe tears from her eyes more times than I could count.

But I don't think Simeon could have cared less about that; as far as he was concerned, he'd had his fun...

And that was all that counted!

As soon as 'Popsy Pig' had drunk his 'milk' he quickly smoked a cigarette and returned to work, freeing me to clamber out of the wardrobe and comfort my quietly crying friend.

"You see what I have to put up with?" Alice sobbed, and I truly sympathised, because the last thing gurls like us ever want to do is take any kind of active role.

"But how can you?" I asked in all seriousness. And I wasn't trying to philosophize; I meant how was it possible for her to perform so well, with all the hormones she was taking?

Of course, a quick peek at the new medicines Simeon had arranged for her held some neat answers!

For a start, her new hormone tablets were homoeopathic HRT pills, and when I explained how dilute they were, Alice started crying even more. But even worse, it turned out the other capsules Simeon had bought for her were intended to remedy male impotence! And they were working fine, which was why she pretty much had a 24/7 boner!

Over an exquisite coffee in her divine kitchen, I discreetly pointed out how much her body had changed in the short time since we'd been room mates; not only how her voice had deepened, but also how her boobs had shrunk, while her overall physique had become far more masculine.

I pleaded with her to see that Simeon never wanted her to have the snip; that he was merely using her to avoid confronting his own serious issues.

But, although she nodded many times in an empathetic manner, I knew she wasn't really listening, cos Simeon had introduced her to a life of luxury she knew she'd never get another shot at, so she was going try to hang in there, come what may.

I'd like to end this tale by telling how I walked out of that sublime, upmarket apartment and never saw Alice again; that I don't have a clue what happened to her; but sadly, that wouldn't be true.

About a year later, I was down on my luck somewhat, so took to working in a lap dancing club behind King's Cross station. I say I was down on my luck, but I hadn't hit rock bottom; that spot was reserved for the gurls working the street outside!

One dark night when I was just going in to start my shift, I saw a familiar face chatting with the driver of an old Mercedes. In a pink plastic miniskirt and red fishnet stockings, she sidled forward so he could put his hand under her hem and feel whether or not he wanted to pay for the goods on offer.

That's the moment our eyes met, while she had that sweet but sickly smile on her face, cos she really needed him to buy her but, in a way, she was also kind of hoping he wouldn't!

Perhaps we exchanged a nod? I'm no longer sure, but I doubt it, cos gurls like us tend to walk on by and leave each other wallowing in our own respective miseries.

One thing's for sure though...

My Alice sure wasn't living in Wonderland!



Alice's Wonderland



"Let me go" she said and the fear in her voice only served to excite the boys further.

Kneeling over her with one knee either side of her Johnny leaned forward. Taking the cloth at her lapel he slowly ran his fingers down to the first unopened button. He looked at the boys with a sinister smile on his face.

"Well, there's only one way to find out if her tits are bigger than the ones on TV guys. Wanna see her tits?" he asked looking at Casey for if Casey said stop they would.

Both boys eyes widened at the thought and they both nodded nervously.

"Yeah" Casey croaked in excitement and disbelief. "Yeah" he said again more loudly.

"No" Alice whispered in fear kicking and struggling in earnest "No" she protested louder, the fear evident in her voice.

"Oh god" she cried as Johnny made a show of flicking open the first of the remaining buttons at her navel exposing a great deal of her heaving cleavage.

The boys' eyes were open wide in anticipation as Johnny slowly reached to the next button, paused momentarily milking the moment then worked the last button open. Alice's eyes closed in shame and humiliation as he triumphantly pulled the cloth aside revealing her breasts to their view. The nipples puckered from exertion.

For a moment there was silence as they stared in awe at her breasts; lust overwhelming any issues of morality.

"Well, I was wrong guys, her tits are much bigger" Johnny said and they all laughed excitedly.

The three heads craned over her, eyes agog at the forbidden sight. The atmosphere in the room was almost crackling with sexual tension.

Her fear became palpable as Johnny slid down her legs and flicked the remaining button open.

"Wanna see the rest of her guys?" he asked.

"No, no" she screamed and started to buck and pull in a frenzy. But the protest turned to a wail of pain as Casey smashed a punch on the top of her head and Johnny whipped her twice across the face subduing her.

"Yeeeaahh" said the boys in unison.

Casey looked Johnny in the eye. "Do it" he said firmly.

And they all watched as Johnny opened the sides of the gown to display the rest of her gorgeous body. All eyes were dragged to the lacy knickers covering her womanhood.

She clamped her thighs together in a futile protest as he kneeled astride her knees. Making a show of it for the boys he reached for the sides of her knickers then slowly inched them down to expose her furry triangle before pulling them down her thighs and then off altogether leaving her naked in front of them.

"Oh God, please, no" she sobbed in humiliation.

"Have a feel of her tits" Johnny invited. 

And she moaned as they both snatched a tit each, mauling her in virginal enthusiasm.

They laughed as milk started to seep from her nipples.

"Ugh" Casey said as he tasted her milk, "that's gross" he said. And the boys laughed.

"Ok bitch, do you want to see what a man looks like?" Johnny leered as the boys sniggered to themselves.

"Oh God, no, please" she sobbed as he made a show of pulling the zip down followed by his jeans.

There was a stunned silence as they all stared in awe. Johnny seemed to have morphed into a cock. It was totally out of proportion to the rest of his body, the effect more threatening because the shaft of his cock was black with thick veins prominent, the helmet a pinkish purple. Partly aroused it jutted out before curving down towards the floor. They were mesmerised as it swayed grotesquely, growing with each heartbeat, jerking and bobbing as it swelled with lust.

Up to this moment Johnny had always been embarrassed by his huge cock. He was humiliated at his nickname horse and always tried to avoid being seen by any other boys as they mocked him jealously. But not now!

Alice's eyes widened in fear. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" she mumbled as she stared at his growing cock.

It was only moments before his cock swelled and became fully erect, curving out and upward: throbbing. For a moment there was absolute stillness as he turned to face her, his enormous cock standing rigid before him. They laughed as she desperately tried to kick him away as he advanced on her, initially tormenting her as he stepped in before dancing out of the way of her kicks. But to no avail as he grabbed first one ankle then the other and pulled her legs apart. As he did so he felt his balls tighten as her cunt was rudely exposed to his gaze.

"Please Johnny, I'm sorry" she pleaded her eyes wet with tears now. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I didn't mean it" she sobbed.

But it was too late.

And there was a deathly silence as he kneeled between her spread thighs. His cock was rock hard and throbbing as he took it in one hand and guided the massive head between the lips of her cunt. Alice craned her head to see, watching in morbid horror at the advance of the throbbing pole.

Holding her arms apart the boys were struck by the view down her body. The sheer erotic scene, so different from any of the pictures they had seen in magazines and the internet the stark contrast of his massive black pole between her white legs connecting the two bodies.

She started trembling in fear as she felt the huge knob trying to force an entry into her body. She grunted as he made a couple of unsuccessful and painful thrusts. Frustrated he dribbled some spit onto the end of his cock and pushed at her again. He felt a moment of elation and relief as he felt the first hint of penetration. Encouraged he worked at her yielding hole until with a thrust he buried the head of his cock in her as she arched her back and a groan escaped her lips.

"Fucking hell" he said in amazement as the silky, soft warmth enveloped him "Fucking hell guys, oh you have to try some of this. Man this is fucking incredible".

They just stared in silence as he worked three inches, then six, then seven into her. Alice writhed and groaned with each thrust and the boys could see the slickness of her sexual lubrication glistening on his cock.

He savoured the incredible feeling with each long, slow stroke, oblivious to her growing moans of pain at each thrust. 

"Fucking hell" said Casey in awe as Johnny buried more of himself in her. And they laughed as he said "It'll fucking come out of her mouth in a minute".

Alice knew she was in trouble as he continued working more of his cock into her. This was nothing like Chad and Peter. She could feel her cunt stretching then her insides filling until it became painful as she felt him initially nudging then battering her cervix.

"Johnny, please, no more, you're too big, you're hurting me, I can't take any more. Please don't hurt me, please" she pleaded, genuinely frightened. And Johnny stopped momentarily.

"Please Johnny, please, no more." she begged, almost whispering in fear.

"Ok bitch, but on the condition that we are all going to go through you and you are going to agree to let us. If you try and fight us I will ram the lot into you" he said with menace.

And she reluctantly nodded her head.

"Ok, let the bitch go boys" he said. 

A searing pain went through her shoulders as her arms were released.

When she made no move to escape he started to ride her slowly, confident now that he could fuck her as he wished. 

No one said a word. The boys didn't move either; mesmerised by the sight of his big cock, glistening with her lubrication now, slowly pistoning in and out of her cunt. Their own erections throbbing as they watched in awe with each long thrust was met involuntarily by a low moan from Alice as he filled her. The two bodies connected by his black pole made more erotic by the fact that they could still see more of his male root that he hadn't got in her. 

And they all laughed as Casey said "hey look at her tits wobble" as in self defence she moved in rhythm with each thrust as Johnny pushed to the limit of her pain. 

It didn't matter, in a short moment Johnny had run his race. A few more thrusts then they all whooped with delight as he pulled out at the last second and a stream of sperm left a trail from her chin to her pubic hair.

"She's your sister so I guess you should go next" Johnny said to Casey.

She glanced at her brother half in hope as he stood over her and stripped off his clothes. But she averted her eyes when she saw the triumphant grin on his face and his erection. She hadn't moved since Johnny climbed off her so Casey moved between her spread legs, hammed it up a bit for the boys as Johnny took a photo on his mobile phone then rammed his cock into his sister in one violent thrust.

She closed her eyes and turned her head away in humiliation as he whispered in her ear "have some brotherly love slut", but she made no noise as he pounded into her as hard as he could before pulling out and blowing his sperm over as Johnny had.

She lay there as Jack had his turn.

. 

Spent the boys let Alice go. 

"Go and cleanup then get to bed bitch" Johnny said.

She was unable to look at the boys as they stood around her, each naked, still aroused, aggressive and intimidating in their domination. She felt totally humiliated as they watched her bring her legs together and stagger off the couch, not moving out of her way and making her walk between them. It was all she could do to stop her legs from collapsing under her. She cupped her hand between her legs to catch the dripping sperm as she walked. When she reached the bathroom she was confronted by her image in the mirror. Her gown open revealing sperm dripping down her body and red marks on her breasts where they had been mauled. The tear streaked face that looked back at her started to break up and the tears flowed down her cheeks. Overwhelmed she sagged to the floor sobbing. She could hear the excited laughter and chatter as the boys were herded into bed by Johnny.

After the heady excitement Johnny started to take stock of their situation.

"Look guys, we had a bit of fun but we have to make a pact that none of us ever, and I mean ever touches her again".

After a moment of silence Casey said "why not?"

"Because what we did is rape guys" he said solemnly "and we could all go to jail if anyone ever finds out. Go to jail and you might be on the end of a con's fucking dick and I can tell you, that's the last thing you want. If she squeals then we are all in deep shit. I will give her time to clean up then I'll speak to her later and sort her out so she keeps her fucking trap shut. But I can only do this once, understand?" 

And they nodded their heads not understanding at all but shit scared and happy to have Johnny sort it out for them.

"She's your sister Casey and I guess you're the one who is most at risk. You see her every day and you're more tempted than us but if you say or do anything to give us away you will answer to me as well. Understand?"

Understand they did. They looked at each other in fear. Their fear overcoming their lust and they reluctantly agreed. After the excitement they went to bed and fell quickly asleep.

Only Johnny was awake by the time Alice cleaned herself and staggered to bed. He lay there, his cock still rock hard and throbbing at the memory of her silken cunt. He had worked out a rough plan to keep her silence. Glancing at the others he slowly climbed out of bed. 

Alice had no sooner climbed into bed than she heard the door slowly open then close again.

Johnny felt his way to her bed. She was curled up with her back to the door. Slowly in the dark he felt his way to the head of the bed then somewhat nervously lay on the bed leaning over the top of her. 

"You might feel you want to talk to someone about what happened but before you do perhaps you might want to look at these" he said placing his phone in front of her eyes. 

She stared numbly at the picture in front of her. Oh but it was clear, her brother kneeling between her legs staring at the camera with a toothy grin on his face, their bodies joined by his cock at the entrance to her cunt. She stared as the next picture came in front of her showing him buried inside her. As Johnny slowly flicked through the pictures, giving her plenty of time to absorb what was in front of her, his right hand casually slipped over her shoulder to gently cup and caress her right breast worrying the little bud to arousal. 

"Hot aren't they" he said, confident now in her silence. "You are one sexy bitch and you might feel that you want to tell your mum but fuck, no one will believe you bitch. Quite the reverse, they will think you're just covering up. Look at those pictures, no one is holding you there, no one is going to believe that you were raped. See, the best lies are the ones with a strong element of truth. So we will all tell the same story of how you were pissed – the evidence is there, how the movie was on, how you were almost undressed and how you seduced us, letting us all have a ride. No one is going to believe you, you already have a reputation, everyone knows you are a slut, you already have one bastard. And what do you think will happen then? Your mum won't be able to show her face around here, she will probably kick you out, and you can be sure that your baby will be taken away from you".

They were just words to him, he made them up as he went, but she felt a jolt of fear pierce her heart. She could feel the panic rising within her as the silence closed around her. She was terrified at the thought of losing her baby. Her mind was in turmoil and fear, she believed that what he said was true. The pictures in front of her were damning. No one would believe her.

They lay in silence as the pics showed Casey cumming over her then Jack taking his turn. Johnny's hand fondling her breast with casual indifference. 

Her mind was numb with fear so when he pulled the sheet back and his hand traversed down her body she lay there in surrender as he urged her thighs apart and his fingers pushed inside her abused cunt.

When he pulled the sheet away and urged her onto her back she did so without any resistance and spread her legs wide for him – what else could she do?

Overtaken by lust he wasted no time in climbing on top of her. Rubbing some spit onto his cock he rammed himself excitedly into her. Her painful moan was lost in his groan of pleasure as he buried 6 inches of meat into her and feverishly started working more. This time it was just him and her and he was determined not to come too quickly, he was intent on enjoying himself for as long as he could.

"Click"

They both froze; motionless as the sound of the front door being unlocked echoed like a pistol shot through the house.

Alice's mother stepped into the hallway, flicked the light switch and shut the front door. Wearily she slipped out of her shoes and dropped them at the door as was her habit; the clunk, clunk as they hit the floorboards echoing down the hall. An audible sigh and she padded down the hall in her stockinged feet toward the bedroom. 

Alice and Johnny hadn't moved. Their world focussed on each soft footfall as they both imagined her taking each step, an unsaid certainty that those steps led to Alice's door. 

The absurdity of their situation was lost on them as they lay motionless on the bed: her legs wrapped around his body, his massive pole, stuck between her spread legs. Two heads together, staring at the closed door.

His cock was shrinking and softening as his brain fought for more blood flow as his body pumped adrenalin through his veins in preparation for flight. 

Motionless, they both watched as the first crack of light came in the room chasing the dark. As if in slow motion she saw the door open; the growing light on the wall as her mother slowly opened the door and peered in. 

Peering round the door in the gloom Alice's mother could only see the dark outline of a body in the bed.

"Are you awake sweety?" Alice's mother whisper into the room.

Johnny's cock had completely shrunk and softened through fear. He waited, resigned for the cry from Alice would bring his world crashing down. At that moment he was wishing that none of this had happened. He mentally made all sorts of pacts with God that he would be good if only he could escape, please God spare him he prayed.

Alice was sure her mother could hear the pounding of her heart in the deathly silence of the room. "Mum, help" her mind screamed "please help me" she pleaded in silence. She wanted to be found, pleaded silently with her mother to come into the room and find her, she knew she could claim rape but couldn't find the courage to do anything. She could feel the tears of shame and frustration burning in the back of here eyes as she lay helpless, too scared to make the sounds that might save her. The tears ran down her face as she watched her mother step over to the crib and adjust the baby's blanket, cooing quietly to the infant. The seconds seemed like an eternity.

"Night sweety" she whispered as she paused in the doorway then slowly backed out closing the door unknowingly leaving her daughter to her fate.

For Alice, the price of freedom was too great a risk.

As the door slowly closed on her there was a moment of quiet, of stillness as the dark asserted its authority; nothing to distract the mind. It wasn't a conscious thought, just the knowledge. She was aware of his breath on her face, the pounding of his heart. Nothing moved. The only sound was Alice's mother moving slowly into the kitchen and making a cup of coffee. In the darkness all she could feel was his cock rapidly swelling, growing in length, becoming rock hard and throbbing between her legs. Menacing in its intent, its power; his lust.

All she could do now was wait.

He knew: and she knew. The beautiful woman beneath him was his bitch! And the smile that broke out suffused his whole body.

So he felt no urge to hurry. Quite the reverse; he savoured the moment.

She almost screamed as she felt him start to move inside her again. Working into long, slow strokes, intentionally stretching her cunt painfully before withdrawing for another thrust, oblivious of anything now other than his pleasure. 

Eyes wide in terror she clung to him desperately in a futile attempt to stop him fucking but to no avail.

She lay there wrapped around the slow, steady, rhythmic thrusting of the cock between her legs. 

He took a perverse delight when he heard Alice's mother sit at the table to have a drink. He stopped momentarily and took Alice's face in his hand and kissed her, thrusting is tongue into her mouth. The table was on the other side of the wall, in reality no more than two feet from where her daughter was being raped. But he also realised that she would be some time. He could feel the climax building in his balls. Not wanting to cum until her mother had gone to bed and also wanting to prolong his pleasure as long as possible he withdrew his cock and ran the length of his shaft over her clit.

And the first flames of a fire stated in her loins. 

She found herself involuntarily moving in rhythm with him as he ran his cock over her clit, every now and then slipping into her increasingly wet cunt before rubbing the slick pole back over her clit. With each long stroke she became more aroused. She felt humiliated at the growing betrayal of her body but was helpless in the face of the sexual assault. After Johnny's comments she was desperate not to allow herself to come to an orgasm, especially with him but it seemed the more she fought the more intense the feelings until the small waves started to break in her core and with the dam breached she bit hard into his shoulder muscle to stop herself screaming as she wrapped herself around him as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her unwilling body.

Johnny felt a surge of pride in the knowledge that he had made her cum. That he could control her.

As the first waves of passion subsided they heard Alice's mum tidy up in the kitchen and head for her bedroom at the back of the house. The small sliver of light around the door went out and they were left in total darkness. They lay together listening as first the dull clunk of her door shutting and then the music of the radio as she turned it on preparing for bed.