Ch. 1: Down The Hole
18-year-old Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister and her sister's boyfriend on the bank, and of having nothing much to do: she watched them as they fucked by her. Clothes were scattered all about. All her sisters' clothes, all her sisters' boyfriend's clothes and Alice's knickers and shorts. Once or twice she peeped at her finger actively stroking and fingering her cunt as her sister's boyfriend's prick thrust in and out of her sister, "and what is the use of that," thought Alice, "if you're too young to join in."
So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very randy and stupid), whether the pleasure of the feel of her moistening vagina would be worth the trouble of putting her tongue to the moist thrusting member, when suddenly a woman wearing only a dress to just below her waist and no knickers walked by them.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that: nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to see that the woman was slowly stroking a magnificent penis where her vagina should be, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" (when she thought about it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the woman actually put a finger up her backside, and pushed it in and out, Alice started to her feet, wearing nothing but a Mickey Mouse tee-shirt, a pair of espadrilles and a moist vagina, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a woman with a penis or one that was so throbbing, and, hot with curiosity, she ran across the field after her, and was just in time to see her walk down a large hole by a hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after her, never considering how in the world she was to retrieve her knickers.
The hole went on like a tunnel for some way, and then opened out to an underground railway station, with the signs reading Alice's Bush.
She was not the only one at the station because there was a young lady in her late teens wearing a dress which only just came below her navel who was sitting on a seat. There was no sign of the woman with the penis nor of a train.
There were many posters on display. One showed an unrealistically long erect penis attached to a crotch at one end and being linked to a woman's tongue at the other end. "Keep in touch by Telephone", read a slogan beside it. Another poster showed a man with a finger up his back side: "For those uncomfortable moments take Alka-Seltzer".