The Adventures of Alice in Underland

By Rev. A Dodgson (aka LesLuv)

Alice was very tired. Maryanne, their mother  and she had gathered berries from the bushes, had eaten their lunch, and lain down just to look at the clouds and the sky. It was a truly lovely day, warm with a gentle breeze, and they were all feeling content. Maryanne, her nine year old sister, had started to read her book again, but Alice, just two years younger, had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. At least that is what she thought she had done.

It was when she opened her eyes again that she began to see strange things, starting with the strangest of all -- the sight of her sister. No longer was she a little girl, but a regal queen dressed in gold sash with a crown on her head. She looked tall, and although she was still reading her book, it wasn't in their garden, but in the  garden of a gleaming palace in the distance. Not just any book, either, but a big one with shiny paper and coloured pictures, and her dress was very odd as well.

She was still sitting down, but had drawn her skirts and petticoats up high so the her legs were bare all the way up past her knees. And her knees were no longer placed primly together, as all decent girls did, but wide open so that she could see right up to her panties. Except there were no panties. She was bare all the way up, up, up and Alice felt her eyes going right inside her wee-wee, whatever it was called, right into her insides, and her eyes seemed to have taken her along as well, because it was warm and pink, a flowery perfume was in the air, and she felt suddenly excited. There were voices, the scurrying of little feet, and as she looked around her she noticed a little shelf at the side of the passageway with a small bottle on it labelled 'the juice'.

She'd always been a curious child, and even though her adventures had sometimes caused her to return home with scraped knees and soiled clothes, she was not going to stop being curious just because of that. It was all so interesting here, for even the pink passage had turned into a path with flowerbeds on each side, while ahead she could see a thatched cottage with someone standing at the door waving to her. Strange, it looked like her mother, so this had to be a good place. She picked up the bottle, pulled out the stopper and drank the contents.

It was rather sticky and sweet, like one of the fruit things they made, although she at once began to feel warm all the way through, a really good feeling. The sky seemed to get a little darker, but as she stood there waiting to see what else might occur, a white rabbit hurried up to her and said, "Hurry up, Alice, you're already late, and the queen cannot stand being kept waiting. Stop mooning, child, and get a move on!"

He fished around in his waistcoat, then pulled out a pocket watch in the style of a lettuce and said, "Oh my ears and tail, she'll have our heads off. Come along, I say." He took her hand and tugged, muttering 'stupid girl', under his breath.

Alice felt like cuffing his ears, but let herself be led along, managing to say, "I wanted to see my mother."

"She'll be there. She's the one who makes the rules, you know."

'Rules?' Though t Alice as the path became a road that seemed to be leading them to a village, 'I know about not adding the violets until the butter and sugar are creamed, and about subtracting before you add, and i before e except after tea and lots of things like that, so I wonder what rules mother has to know?  She lives by rules.'

The village was full of the strangest people she'd ever seen. They took absolutely no notice of her, but continued about their business -- and their pleasures -- as though she didn't exist. Which was a bit annoying. Everyone likes to be noticed, at least once. The very first two she saw were embracing, with eyes only for Each other. That was normal, thought Alice, as her mother's books were full of stories about courting, but what was not normal was that they were wearing no clothes. None at all, and although she tried to avert her eyes, the sight was mesmerising and she felt a shiver of something run down her spine. She could not make out their faces properly, but as they broke to get a breath, she realized with horror that the girl was her sister, Maryanne. What was she doing here? And in that garb? Or lack of. And that other girl she'd been kissing? She looked familiar too. She began to get worried about this place, but the insistent rabbit was tugging at her arm, demanding that they attend the queen at once.

Their way forward was barred, however, by a tea party. At one end sat a tiny man in an enormous crooked hat on which was written in letters that glowed, 'show me yours and I'll show you mine', while in the middle of the table was a very large clock that had hands and feet, long yellow hair, and was, as Alice could see, some kind of common woman, for her face was painted with vermillion and she was dancing about and waving her arms.

"Hello, deary," the clock cackled, "I see you are here for the competition. Can I come too, please. I can keep the score for you."

At this the others at the table all screamed out, "take us, Alice, take us, we need to come. We want to come. If she goes we go."

Alice was a generous child, kind and thoughtful, so without hesitation she called out, "Then you may all come. But you have to tell me what it is all about."

Everyone shouted at once, but in the end she got the idea that it was a contest of some sort, the winner being whoever won the 'getting off', whatever that was, but all that was interrupted by the foghorn voice of the man in the hat.

"You cannot go. None of you. Not until Alice has shown me hers. That's the law. The Law." This last word was dragged out, finally fading away like an echo.

Alice was miffed by this little man, so she snapped, "I don't intend to show you anything. You cannot make me." This brought looks of sadness followed by silence, until a small mouse, in a bonnet and frilly skirt, began to cry.

"I've never been," she whimpered thought her tears, "and this is my last chance."

Alice's heart was touched.  The poor thing. "Oh, very well, what do I have to show you?" She asked the hat man.

"Your mind, of course."

Alice knew she had one of those, but had never been asked to show it. "How do I do that?" She asked crossly. This was too much.

"Very well, I'll go first. My mind is the best here, so pay attention." He cleared his throat and began to recite.

"Your turn."

The poem had made a kind of sense to Alice, who had seen the way his mind worked, and thought she knew how to reply.

"Hooray, hooray, she's won the day." The whole square had filled with onlookers, and they were clapping and shouting.

Only the hat man looked sad. "Never mind," said the clock, "she IS Alice. We still love you."

Alice was rather thrilled to be acclaimed, so she said to the hat, "Oh, very well, you can all come."

A great cheer went up at her words, and they formed a procession, Alice and the white rabbit in the lead, the rest carrying banners and streamers, singing and dancing as they went.

The great hall of the palace was filled with courtiers, nobles and servants, and as the procession entered there was a great cheer, while a troop of cardboard  soldiers pushed the guests apart to make a passageway for them.

'Oh my, it is a great palace,' thought Alice, and as they moved forward she noticed that nearly all the guests were women and girls. 'That's good, they make the best company. I do like talking to girls.'

There were great mirrors down each side of the hall, and Alice, looking around to throw a kiss to someone who had cheered, caught sight of herself. Gone was the pinafore dress, the petticoats, the long white socks and the pale blue wrap, and in their place she was wearing nothing but a silver coronet decorated with red stones that set off her long blond hair, and a wide golden sash over one shoulder that covered her chest and sides, but hardly reached low enough for decorum. Nonetheless, she nodded to herself, knowing that she looked very nice indeed, particularly when the sash bore the words  ALICE FOR CHAMPION  in big red letters. Feeling quite chuffed by the words, she looked back towards the throne and her heart stopped. 

There, up on a platform, regal and proud, was her mother. She was the queen, for she had a very large golden crown with hundreds of jewels in it, a gown of purple silk embroidered in gold, and a very haughty expression on her face.

"Hurry up, girl," she said in a voice that scared her, "we have been waiting!"

Alice swallowed hard. She could never disobey her mother, not even at home, and she knew she could not do so now, so she curtsied -- that's what one did before queens -- and began walking more quickly. That is, until she saw that there were two smaller thrones, one each side of her mother's, and in one was Maryanne. Her sister. Her -- but what exactly was she, and why was she here? This was her experience. She felt a flash of anger. How dare she! She always took over, always got the attention. It was not right. Especially when her sash was bigger, her crown had more jewels, her hair was golden and framed her face, and she was -- well, she was so beautiful. Her heart did a skip. She hated her, but she loved her too. She smiled, and got a return grin from her sister. Good.

The rabbit had not faltered in his determination to get her the the throne, and when they were at the foot of the steps that led to where her mother was seated, he leant over and whispered, "Go on, sit on your throne, there's a girl." his voice sounded somewhat  familiar, but she was already sitting down before she thought she knew who it was.

As soon as she was seated the queen stood and held up her hand. An instant hush fell on the room, for no one wanted that long red painted fingernail pointed at them for disturbing the order of things. That meant the horrid fate of having to paint roses or write speeches.

"We are gathered here today for the annual getting off festival, this year with two of the most beautiful girls we have ever had the privilege of leading into heaven.  I see many new faces among you, some others again attempting to be part of a winning team, while our judges, as usual, are the expert assessors Cunthia and Hebe.  You have drawn your lots, so it is time for me to introduce the two contestants."

She made rising motions with her hands in their direction, and they both obeyed. Somehow neither of them felt shame or nerves at being in front of so many people with only a sash to cover them, because if their mother said they were to do it, then it had to be right, although neither had any idea of what they were supposed to do next .

"Maryanne, aged nine, on my right, and Alice, aged seven, on my left. Aren't they beautiful?" Shouts of approval. "So, if the team leaders would step forwards, please, approach and introduce yourselves."

Two girls rose and walked toward them. Alice could not take her eyes off the the girl coming towards her. She was beautiful, with long red hair hanging down to her waist, freckles, green eyes and the most delicious smile. She was wearing what looked like a long pale green silk dressing gown, and her face was as clean and fresh as a spring day.

Finally she stood in front of Alice, looked at her with delight, and as she let her gown fall to the floor said, "Hello, Alice, my name is Dryada, I'm eleven years old, and I am here to introduce you to the world of getting off. I am honoured to be chosen for this role, as last year I was sitting where you are now. Getting off is the most wonderful thing a girl can do, one she never tires of, and I can see from you're your eyes that you will the the princesses princess in the art."

She smiled and reached out a hand, indicating the sash. "So, Princess Alice, if you would please remove your crown and your sash, we can begin."

Alice had been mesmerized by the sight of this girl so fair, one whose breasts had budded, whose pubic hair had sprouted, whose skin was smooth and golden, and above all smelt heavenly. She rose and removed the crown and sash, then stood, waiting in an expectant haze for whatever might happen.

Dryada took a step close, put an arm around her initiate's shoulders, place one hand beneath her chin, raised her head, bent, and gently kissed the pure rosebud  lips. A collective moan rose form the audience.

Alice felt a pulse run down her spine, then spread into her tummy. She'd never been kissed on the lips before, and it felt so good she never wanted it to stop. She just could not help sighing, then put her arm around Dryada's neck and pulled her closer, whereupon she felt that girls tongue run across her lips, playing a new game that made her respond in similar manner. Their tongues did a little pirouette, curtsied, and slid in past each other's lips. Their mouths opened wide as their lips stayed together, and they exchanged the opening juices of the encounter. 'Saliva is wicked fun,' thought Alice, 'I'm feeling so wonderful and my tutor is so beautiful.'

The dance was finally broken by Dryada whispering softly, "Now, my sweet virgin, if you would lie down on the couch there," pointing to the front of the stage where a short chaise longue, covered in white satin, had been placed, "we may proceed."

This was soon done, and she leant back, she looked  out into the hall with its colourful streamers, the crowds of expectant people, and the soldiers trying to keep order. She also noticed that the front two rows were filled with girls, some about her own age, all dressed prettily, all looking at her with smiles, grins, an waves. One was holding a placard with 'The Alice Team'  in big red letters on it. She waved back. This was a really wonderful place.

Dryada came and stood at the foot of the couch, smiled, bowed her head, then turned to the audience, raised her arms and proclaimed, "In the name of Hebe, goddess of youth and springtime, may every participant here today be filled with the joy of getting off, experience the wonders of our goddess Sappho, be imbued with the miracle of Lesbo, and become equipped with the knowledge of living, learning, and especially loving." She looked around the room, beckoned her counterpart over, and went on, "Nymphos here," gesturing to the girl who had approached, "is the youngest princess in all the years this initiation has been performed. Her stamina is remarkable, her ability so natural, and the joy she brought to so many last year set a record for her age group. Please welcome champion four year old Nymphos!"

Cheering and clapping came from every part of the hall. Nymphos curtsied, stuck out her tongue, licker her lips suggestively, and in a remarkably clear voice said, "If my team would line up at the foot of the steps, please? I will not keep you waiting long. Maryanne looks about ready to get off."

Roars of laughter, and not for the first time Alice wondered what it really meant. She did not have long to wait for the answer.

Dryada returned, smiling at Alice, and pressed a lever at the side of the divan. A slight creak and the lounge began to rise, while the longer part at the end, where she had her legs stretched out, began to fold down. The seat only rose a few inches, and as it came to a halt her mentor knelt near to Alice's knees and whispered, "Slide forward, my love, and open your legs as wide as you can."

A thrill of anticipation ran through her body as she did so. This must be the getting off. Perhaps a magic spell to  get her off the chair, lift her somewhere? But no, Dryada knelt before her, leant forward and began to lick her wee wee hole.  How strange. How -- how -- her breath caught in her throat. How amazing. She stretched her legs wider. Her heart began to race, her body to spasm a little, but then. Oh my! Something warm slid right inside her, began to pulse in and out, and something began to rub her, right there, near that place.

Without warning she heard herself say, "Yesssss...." Her mind began doing cartwheels, her body was ready to fly, and angels were beating their wings in her face. The same sound came again, "...sssss..."

Then something new again. She could see Dryada's head bobbing up and down between her legs, but she stopped doing that and applied a big suck to the same place while the other thing rubbed. It was so exciting, so -- so -- she screamed.

Everything went red and misty, her body was jerking like a marionette, and she was filled with the most wonderful sensation. Hot, happy, and buzzing. Like nothing ever. Like -- the sound of cheering coming closer.  She opened her eyes and saw Dryada grinning as she licked her fingers. 

The girls in the front rows were standing and shouting, and a familiar doleful voice came booming from somewhere near, "Alice has done it. Alice has got off. Hooray."

An alarm clock was ringing, and a little mouse was licking her neck. She looked at her sister, and was horrified to see the obvious struggles she was making to get where she herself had been.

Nymphos, her get-offer, was  looking at her charge in dismay. Then, with scrunched up face, she began to cry. Almost at once, however, a look of amazement filled Maryanne's face.

This was followed by a moan so loud that the audience was hushed. Then a scream and a shudder, a shout of "I'm coming, ahhh - "  and lift of was achieved. Nymphos, open mouthed, leant forward and kissed her acolyte, saying something lost in the cheers of her supporters. This turned to gasps, then laughter as, parading forward in her little dirndl dress, Miss Mouse stepped from between Maryanne's legs, walked to the front of the stage and bowed.

She looked around, beckoned the hat, and said something to him. He then stood, hat wobbling, and bellowed,  "Mouse says that Maryanne tastes of strawberry jam and cream. And she wants to team up with Nymphos in the national championships."

After that it was all fun and games. Every girl got licked and sucked to oblivion by Maryanne and Alice respectively, a draw was declared, and the two sisters rose to shakily embrace. Two hours of cunnie licking, sucking and fingering can be exhausting. To say nothing of continuing orgasmic thrills.

The two judges, Cunthia and Hebe, embraced them and said they had declared a draw, but that Alice was to be the senior tutor for the next year. They were showered with rose petals, everyone wanted to hug and kiss them, and it was all so wonderful.

The two girls embraced, and Alice whispered "I love you."

"I love you, love --love- love - " the words became an echo as she opened her eyes

And saw the garden, their mother, the birds, and all that she had been watching before -- before, well, what? Lift Off. The words were in her head, but what-?

"And I love you, Alice my darling, my love, my lover, my sister." Maryanne was smiling, and kissing her neck in between the words. "Mother says we can sleep together now, and father daren't disagree."

Alice realised that her right hand was somewhere strange. She wiggled its fingers and her sister said, "Yes, just like that."

And then Alice felt her sister's fingers between her legs, pushing their way inside her and it felt so good, so wonderful.

"Keep doing it Maryanne, keep doing that. Please. Oh, yes, yes, I'm having lift off, lift off...."

 

THE END