“I think,” said Kedi kindly, “it’s time for you to go home.” And with that she steered Alice away from Mrs Hart’s house and towards the nearest bus‑stop.
Kedi took Alice to Mouse’s house, and after advising Mouse’s mother of the situation she took some clothes which both she and Alice could wear. She then escorted Alice to an underground railway station and proceeded to take her back to Alice’s own home and her sister.
Dinah, Alice’s sister, was very surprised to see her sister after so long, and was almost too surprised at first to evaluate the peculiarity of her being brought home by this stately black woman, Kedi. She had felt very guilty for the unannounced disappearance of her sister, as it had happened while she had been so very much preoccupied in other affairs. But she thanked Kedi for kindly returning her home and heard from her about Alice’s ordeals at the party.
Dinah took Alice into the bedroom and laid her down in her bed. She carefully removed Mouse’s clothes, so Alice lay naked. Dinah took Alice into the bathroom and sat Alice in its hot waters and sat next to her while listening to Alice recounting her adventures after boarding the underground train. For some reason, she found the stories she told quite stimulating, particularly, she thought regarding her sister, that they happened to such a pretty little girl.
After the bath, Alice and Dinah went back into Dinah’s bathroom with Alice wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Dinah lay Alice down and stroked Alice’s hair and got Alice to once more recount her wonderful Adventures, particularly, she said, the sexy bits. While Alice chatted, Dinah thought mostly of Alice herself. She looked lovingly at the tiny hands clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes looking up into hers ‑ and she listened to the very tones of her voice, and she grinned indulgently at that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes ‑ and still as she listened, her hand wandered down to her crotch. Dinah was wearing only her slip with her knickers already assigned to the wash, so it was easy for her to stroke her own crotch as she held Alice’s hand in hers and looked lovingly into Alice’s eyes.
She listened to the attempted rape by Rabbit, which horrified her but only made her the more protective towards Alice, who she supported about the shoulders as she told her distressing tale. Then she listened to the account of Mouse first making love to her and Dinah moved a hand down to Alice’s crotch and brushed the smooth hairlessness of it as Alice recounted how Mouse put her fingers into it and then her tongue. As Alice told the account of how Howard and Henry indulged in a very peculiar meal with Mouse, Dinah’s index finger made its way into Alice’s own little vagina and lovingly caressed Alice’s clitoris. She cuddled Alice’s frightened little body as she told of the horrid sadistic games Mrs Hart would play. She rained kisses on Alice’s upturned face as her eyes welled with tears of anger and self‑pity. She clasped Alice’s buttocks in her hands as she listened to how Pig was sodomised by Mrs Duchess and her friend while very loud music crashed around them. She kissed Alice’s clitoris as she heard about Gryphon’s peculiarly shaped body. Her tongue was deep inside Alice’s cunt as she heard of the rape of the little girls during Mrs Hart’s sex show. She nipped at Alice’s clitoris with her teeth as she heard of the plight of Turtle, the Mock Woman.
The two girls were soon rolling about in a frenzy of sexual passion, stimulated by Dinah’s reflections of Alice’s Adventures. A world of sexual fantasy that made her own sex‑life seem so dull. While she had been recovering from sex that day wondering where her sister had gone, only the grass rustling in the wind and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds seemed to be the sounds around. Alice meanwhile had gone to a land of sex parties, sado‑masochism, sodomy, transsexualism and bisexuality.
After Alice and she had made love, Dinah pictured to herself how this same little sister would, in the after‑time, be herself a grown girl; and how she would have all sorts of new sexual adventures and how wonderful it would be if she could participate in them ‑ perhaps she and Alice together with a man or another girl or even with Kedi who was staying at their house at the time. And she thought of all the ways that their sex‑life could be stimulated in years to come, and with these thoughts she drew Alice close to her for more love‑making.
IX - Alice’s House
One thing was certain, that Blanche had had nothing to do with Alice ‑ it was Kedi entirely who made love to her. For Blanche, Dinah’s plump friend had been making love to Dinah for the last quarter of an hour (and enjoying it pretty well): so you see only Kedi could have been making love to Alice.
The way Dinah made love to her girlfriends was just as passionate and sensitive as the way she made love to Alice. Kedi had made love to Dinah earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great sofa, Kedi was having a grand game of romps with her young little body, which was, like that of all the other girls in the living room, free of all encumbrance.
“Oh, you wicked wicked thing!” cried Alice, catching up with Kedi, and giving her a little kiss. “Really, Dinah ought to have totally worn you out! You ought, Dinah, you know you ought!” she added looking reproachfully at her sister, and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage ‑ and then she scrambled back into the sofa, pulling Kedi back and showering her breasts with kisses. Kedi rested very demurely on top of her, watching Alice’s love‑making, and now and then putting her lips out and gently pressing them against Alice’s forehead.
After a while the two girls got quite passionate and then soon wore out their passion for each other on the sofa. Alice looked across the room at her sister and Blanche who seemed similarly sated by their own love‑making. Kedi smiled indulgently at Alice and lay down on her back on the sofa. Alice who had somehow fallen to the floor and knocked over the Chess set that had been set out for a game that Blanche and Kedi had been playing earlier.
Alice stood up and leaned against the mantelpiece looking out at the rest of the room. She smiled indulgently at Blanche and Dinah who were curled up together in one mass of white flesh. Blanche came from Brook, a district where nudity was the norm rather than the exception, and felt most comfortable naked anyway. Most of the white flesh that Alice could see belonged to Blanche, who was a very plump girl, but one on whom plumpness was actually very attractive, unlike, Alice couldn’t help wincing, Mrs Duchess. Kedi also came from a place where nudity was the norm, but that was another country and not just another district. The two girls were always naked, whatever the occasion ‑ one black and the other white ‑ just like chess pieces.
Alice turned round and looked at the same view of the room through the looking‑glass over the mantle‑piece. The view was different mostly in that Alice could see herself, a girl who differed most from the others by her tenderer years. A girl too young for breasts and still a little bit of a tummy above her smooth crotch. She wandered to the window and looked out into the garden next door where she could see an oldish gentleman making love to a much younger woman on the lawn. He didn’t appear to be very expert and indeed he was balancing very badly on top of her. The younger woman didn’t seem to mind, but Alice couldn’t help thinking that there didn’t appear to be a lot of passion in their love‑making.
There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she was watching the old man she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could read. It looked at first sight like a normal children’s book ‑ the sort of book that perhaps Enid Blyton might write ‑ and, indeed, it was a collection of shortish books gathered together in an omnibus edition. Curiously however although the protagonists were all children as the pictures made clear and the style was pitched at children of Alice’s age the subject matter was what Alice had always been made to understand to be very adult.
The stories seemed to concern the sexual adventures and misadventures of children mostly with other children and very rarely with adults. The pictures and text didn’t, however, leave very much to the imagination. There were drawings of children
with erect penises, close‑ups of little girl’s vaginas and many pictures of girls and boys doing all sorts of sexual things with each other. The main saving grace that Alice could see was that no adults participated, even though there was often an adult man or woman watching or masturbating.
“That’s a book I brought here from Brook,” commented Blanche, who had been watching Alice read the book. “The authoress, Honore L’Oeuf, is very popular. She’s written lots of best‑sellers.”
“But children’s books aren’t like that here!” commented Alice.
“And more’s the pity,” smiled Blanche. “People here seem to think children don’t have any sexual desires at all until they’re older. In Brook nobody thinks it strange for children to have sexual fantasies or even to make love to each other.”
Alice looked at the book more closely. “Isn’t it a little disgusting what all these children are doing?”
“Isn’t what you and Kedi do together just as disgusting,” retorted Blanche.
Kedi heard her name and looked up at Alice whose back was now to the window and whose figure now was a silhouette framed by the sunlight. “It’s not at all disgusting,” Kedi said, defending Alice.
Blanche let Alice borrow the book, The Collected Works of Honore L’Oeuf, and Alice took it with her to bed to read that night. In most of the stories, the tales seemed to be just like all the other children’s stories Alice had ever read except that whereas in most stories the plot was centred around some mystery or focused towards the solution of particular problems, in these stories the main event was sexual and the plots were concerned in how these sexual events came to take place and what these sexual encounters entailed.
In the world of Honore L’Oeuf, sex was always genial, ‑ never violent nor disturbing, ‑ was always desired and never complicated by after‑effects such as pregnancy or venereal disease or worse. Rape was unheard of, “No” was always an accepted response to sexual advance and all the children had very attractive bodies and larger‑than‑life sex‑drives.
Alice found the stories very erotic ‑ much more so than all the pornography or erotica she had seen for the attention of older people. Perhaps it was because it was designed to satisfy the desires and fantasies of pre‑pubescents rather than of adults who pretended to already know it all.
She also found it arousing that in none of the pictures did anyone wear any clothes. This, as Blanche explained, was because in Brook it was normal not to wear clothes ‑ and indeed not wearing clothes wasn’t considered a sexual thing to do at all. Alice liked what she heard about Brook and she was very soon hinting to Blanche and Dinah that what she would like to do very soon would be to go on holiday to Brook.
“But of course sweetest,” said Blanche giving Alice such a sweet little kiss on the mouth. “But remember ‑ no clothes!”
X - The Garden of Opportunity
Inspired by Honore L’Oeuf’s novels, Alice tried interesting her schoolfriends with sexual adventures and invited a few to her home. Most of them were little girls like Alice, but one or two were boys. Alice and her friends played in the garden, their clothes discarded, just hidden from sight by the undergrowth. They read aloud chapters from the Honore L’Oeuf omnibus and when properly aroused, they played with each other. The boys and girls made very little distinction between whom they chose to play with and indeed the two boys were most interested in each other’s little penises.
“O Tiger‑Lilly!” gasped Alice, removing her tongue from her friend’s bare vagina, “I wish you had a prick!”
“But I do!” said Tiger‑Lilly. “Put your tongue further up and feel it. Then you’ll see.”
Alice did so, and felt Tiger‑Lilly’s clitoris. “It’s very hard,” she said: “but it’s not the same thing.”
“She’s coming!” said Larkspur talking about Rose whom she was stimulating with her finger. “Hear her gasps. Aaaahh! Aaaahh! Aaaahh!”
Alice looked round eagerly to see Rose gasping, the smooth skin of her nearly flat chest pouring sweat as her buttocks trembled with excitement, and then saw Kedi looking at the children playing from a distance away. As usual, she was wearing no clothes and had a frown on her face.
“I think I’ll go and meet her,” said Alice, for, though her friends were interesting enough, she felt that it would be far more satisfying to spend time with Kedi.
“You can’t possibly do that,” said Rose: “She’d tell you off.”
This sounded nonsense to Alice as she knew Kedi so well, so she walked up to Kedi, who indeed did not seem as happy as usual.
“You really oughtn’t encourage your friends like that,” said Kedi firmly. “What do you think their parents will think?”
Alice wondered a little at this, but she was too much in love with Kedi to argue. “I hadn’t thought,” she apologised.
“In Brook this sort of thing is perfectly all right, but here you must be more sensible,” explained Kedi. “In different places there are different rules of behaviour. In some countries, it is children who have sex and the adults must not. In some countries only anal sex is allowed and other forms of sexual intercourse are frowned on. In some countries, people are only allowed to make love with people of the same sex and never with people of other sexes.”
“Why is that?” wondered Alice.
“In every place there may be a good reason,” explained Kedi indulgently, “but mostly it is just custom. Here it is not the custom for children to make love together. It is thought indecent and if your friends tell their parents of what they have been doing their mothers and fathers will be very cross.”
“What is it like in your country?”
“In my country, clothes are disapproved of. They are considered as merely ways of hiding oneself from others. They are thought of as a kind of deceit. It is also believed that they are an unnecessary luxury in a warm country which merely displays a disreputable ostentatiousness. In my country, people are proud of their bodies and are not ashamed of how they change as they get older.”
“Is it like that in Brook?”
“Brook is different. It is not a foreign country and in many ways its attitudes are like those here. It is just that there are enough enlightened people who think that wearing clothes is a choice and that one should choose oneself how much one wears. Brook is not far from here. You should visit it and then you will know what it is like.”
“Why is it called Brook?”
“Because there are many brooks. But there are also many woods and hedges. It is a pleasant place with a lovely climate. Do you want to go?”
“Yes I do!” said Alice positively. “I would very much like to.”
“That’s easily managed. You can visit Blanche and I will visit you there if you like ‑” Just at this moment, somehow or other, they began to make love.
Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over afterwards, how it was they began: all she remembers is, that they were rolling around together on the grass, and Kedi was exercising Alice’s clitoris with her fingers so vigorously that she was helpless with passion: and still Kedi kept gasping encouragement.
The most curious part of the thing was, that Alice’s friends, who had bored of sex‑games, never seemed to notice the two girls together at all, or if they did, they made no sign of it. And Kedi opened her legs and pushed Alice’s fingers deep inside her vagina motioning her to do the same to her as she was to Alice. She cried “Faster! Don’t try to talk!” Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt as if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out of breath in excitement: and still Kedi cried “Faster! Faster!” and nibbled Alice’s clitoris with her teeth. “Have you nearly come?” Alice managed to pant out at last.
“Nearly there!” Kedi repeated. “Faster!” And they continued for some time in silence, with the blood rushing to Alice’s ears and her body aching with passion and exertion.
“Now! Now!” cried Kedi. “Faster! Faster!” And her body shivered so violently, till s
uddenly, just as Alice was getting quite exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself sprawled on her back on the ground, breathless and giddy.
Kedi propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, “Let’s rest a little now.”
Alice sighed. “I am so hot and thirsty!”
“I know what you’d like!” Kedi said good‑naturedly opening a bottle of water which she proffered to Alice. Alice sipped from it and then Kedi took it from her and splashed water over her face and between her legs. She then handed it back to Alice who did the same thing.
“While you’re refreshing yourself,” said Kedi, “I’ll tell you the arrangements. You will take a train to Brook, and then walk through the woods to Blanche’s house which is just by a river. There you might meet the writer, Honore L’Oeuf, whose books you enjoy so much.”
Alice nodded as she took in the arrangements, which she assumed had been made between Kedi, Blanche and Dinah. Adults were always running your life! she thought.
“Then you might want to look round the forests of Brook and you might meet people and then I’ll meet you and Blanche, and it’s all feasting and fun!”
Alice smiled in gratitude. “I look forward to it,” she said.
“Now run back and play with your friends,” advised Kedi with an indulgent smile. “But impress on them not to tell their parents of what they’ve been up to, or there’ll be all sorts of trouble!”
Alice said she would and left Kedi to wander around the garden. She joined her friends and in next to no time they were all excitedly stimulating each other and the boys were persuaded to stick their little penises up each other’s bottoms.
XI -The Journey to Brook
Of course the first thing to do was to read up as much about Brook as Alice could. It certainly seemed a pleasant place, full of woods, streams and valleys, but the most interesting aspect of the country was its liberal attitude towards sex and nudity. Kedi escorted Alice to the railway station and soon she was on her way.
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