Enlightening Alicia. A Lady's Journal.

Of course the first thing to do was to read up as much about Pleasure Island Mature Private Party Palace and Playgrounds, as Alicia could. It certainly seemed a pleasant place, full of woods, streams and valleys, but the most interesting aspect of the island was its liberal attitude towards sex and nudity. Katy e****ted Alicia to the airport and soon she was on her way. She shared the flight with several other people: most of them very much older than her. In front of her, an elderly man was reading a newspaper, Alicia was so excited and ready for some fun..

Blanche had lent her a copy of a P.I.M.Ps. newspaper, a tabloid which she said would help her get an understanding of the district. It contained many pictures of naked people, but these were mostly just photographs accompanying articles about fairly dull things such as garden fetes, mays oral banquets, goat farming or whatever. There were however certain pictures that could only have been inserted for titillation, and these featured not just nudity but full sex.

The captions were of a fairly odd nature saying things like "Geraldine's nipples are even harder now that there's something hard up her cunt", "John's certainly come to a fortune now!", "Mummy never told her about using the back entrance" and "How many pricks can you get inside you?" This coyness was in curious contrast to the explicit photographs of all sorts of sexual behaviour. As the plane traveled along, it stopped at a few different islands were passengers disembarked at the airports on the way, and soon Alicia was in the plane by herself. She occupied her time looking out of the window at the water and islands passing by and leafing through her newspaper.

All at once she started as a loud sound came from outside at an island that the airplane finally had stopped. "That certainly surprised you!" commented a little voice. Alicia looked back at the source of the sound, which was a boy about the same age as Alicia. He actually looked young for his age, but Alicia could see that he wasn't too young, by virtue of the fact that he was wearing no clothes. This shocked Alicia a little too: a fact that must have been noticed by the boy as he crossed his legs. "Are we on Pleasure Island already?" Alicia asked - as this seemed an appropriate response to the boy's nakedness. "No, not quite," the boy answered smiling, "but there aren't any more stops till we get there." "And that's why ..." "I just hate wearing clothes!" the boy replied. "But it's so necessary when you're away from home. Clothes are so uncomfortable. Don't you agree?

" "Well ..." responded Alicia who didn't really have an opinion on the subject. "When I'm away from P.I.M.Ps., I only wear clothes when I go out and about. The rest of the time, the most I ever wear are shoes." "Is everyone like you on the island?" wondered Alice. "No, of course not," the boy responded. "Many people wear clothes." However, Alice couldn't be at all sure of this as the airplane continued on its journey and all the people who had boarded the plane seemed equally unclothed. And she could tell that she was finally on the island when she saw through the window that everyone outside was also naked. After a while, Alicia gave in to the prevailing custom and shyly took off all her clothes and packed them neatly into her suitcase. "I'm glad you've seen reason," commented the boy, smiling at Alicia. "It's so much better without textile constraint, isn't it?"

When Alicia finally got off the plane at the little airport, she at first found it strange to wander around in the company of so many naked people, and indeed the most prominent feature at first was the unaccustomed smell of their bodies. However, she handed her ticket to the Guard who took it from her and bade her a good day. Alicia shyly thanked him for it, being perhaps more aware of his slightly tumescent penis than of his good intentions. It was early evening and Alicia definitely wanted to get to Blanche's house by the river before it got dark, but the route led through a wood which seemed quite threatening in the lengthening shadows. Although she was pretty sure from the instructions she had written down that she did know the way to her house, Alicia felt she needed some confirmation. She was quite pleased to see a couple of teenage boys lying naked on the grass who looked like they could help.

As she came up to them, however, she couldn't help noticing that one boy was sucking the penis of the other one which the other was lazily enjoying. Although the penis wasn't particularly stiff, it was fairly clear to her that it wouldn't take a great deal more encouragement for it to become so. She looked at it with intense curiosity, and was startled by a voice coming from the one lying on his back. "If you think we're a porno show," he said, "you ought to pay, you know." The other boy disengaged his mouth from the penis and looked up at Alicia whom he'd just noticed. "I'm sure I'm very sorry," was all Alicia could say. The two boys sat up, visibly annoyed by having been interrupted in their play.

I was wondering," Alicia said very politely, "which is the best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?" The two boys giggled, and the one who had been sucking his friend's penis grasped it firmly in his hand and started pulling it through his fingers.
He pulled his hand up from the base to the tip in a slow and languid way. "You've begun wrong!" cried one boy. "The first thing in a visit is to say 'How d'ye do' and shake hands!" Alicia did not want to shake hands with either of them, all she really wanted to get on her way and didn't want to prolong it too much. However, the necessity of further politeness was not necessary as the two boys just as suddenly ignored her and returned to their lovemaking. Alicia hovered around wondering what she ought to do, but as their passion mounted and one of them began inserting his penis into the others' backside, she felt that she'd probably exhausted all the time she could with the pair.

She walked on further and was a little alarmed when she heard something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild b**st. However, she was relieved to see that it was only a black gentleman wearing only a night-cap lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap and snoring loud. However, it was still getting progressively darker, so Alicia hurried as fast as she could through the wood following the instructions she had been given. She was sure that she'd find Blanche's home fairly soon.

Blanche's home was in fact just above a book shop where she sold all manner of books, but it was quite late when Alicia finally arrived and rang the door bell. It wasn't at all long till the door was answered by Blanche's naked plump white body. "Come in! Come in!" said Blanche in a very cheerful way. "I was so worried you wouldn't find the way here." Blanche took Alice in and fussed around her. She cooked her a very nice meal. "I hope you don't mind sharing my bed," Blanche wondered, "but I've only the one. But there's plenty of space for two - especially for one as petite as you." Alicia spent most of the evening looking at the books that Blanche sold in her shop. There were many books besides Erica Young's, but almost all seemed much more explicit in their content than the ones Alicia was used to reading at home. Some of the books concerned nothing else but masturbation, with titles like 101 Things to do with a Willy, Sucking Made Simple, A Girl's Guide to Touching Yourself and A Girl's Household Sex Tools.

There were also other fiction like Erica Young's which focused on sex. There was a series of books about The Nasty Little Girl, which concentrated on all the games of sexual seduction the Nasty Little Girl of the title would have with other boys and girls, and even, in one very curious story, a dog. It was soon bedtime, but there was no ceremony about taking clothes off. Alicia just went to Blanche's bed after cleaning her teeth and having a wash. Blanche was already lying on the sheets: her plump white body filling much more than half of what was already a very large double bed. "Oh! I feel so tense!" complained Blanche rolling her plump body round, her breasts moving heavily with her motion. "Could you rub my back please?"

Alicia was always very helpful, so she sat astride Blanche's broad round back, which was so round she had to almost stand so as not to dig her knees into Blanche's flesh. She put her hands onto Blanche's shoulders and massaged and rubbed them vigorously. All the fat swallowed up Alicia's little hands, and she was sure that Blanche could barely feel any of her caresses, but Blanche was moaning "That's better. Oh, much better!" After a while Alicia was beginning to get a bit tired of exercising on Blanche's back, and was indeed feeling a bit tense herself from the effort. Blanche persuaded Alicia to not only massage her shoulders, but also her back and her buttocks.

She then rolled over onto her back, and her breasts and stomach were raised majestically up above the sheets. Her stomach flopped slightly over her cunt, so that it was actually obscured from view. As if to correct this, Blanche clasped the base of her stomach in her hands and pulled it up, so that Alicia could see the pale fair hair, which obscured virtually nothing of the very full and fleshy vagina. "It's not just my back that feels sore," explained Blanche, directing Alicia's hand to her cunt. Alicia squeezed her hands between the flesh of Blanche's thighs and her little fingers entered the cunt. "Massage there," instructed Blanche, which Alice did while Blanche heaved like a monstrous whale under the influence.

Blanche's cunt felt so hot and was so sticky, that soon Alicia was applying her tongue to it and licking it. She took Blanche's clitoris in her teeth and nibbled at it. It was as big as her small toe. The following morning, Alicia awoke to find that Blanche was not beside her, but she saw a note which said "Having a bath in the river." Alicia got up and looked out of the bedroom window which looked on to the river flowing just outside. There, in the middle of it, and totally unmistakable was Blanche who was ducking and diving in the cool running water. Blanche looked up and saw Alice watching her and waved to Alicia to join her. Alicia smiled and waved back. She ran over the thick woollen pile carpet to the back door, and through that, with barely another thought, right into the water.

Her first thought, after she'd jumped into the river, was just how cold it was. She could see little fish and crabs flicking past her naked young body, as she stood up to her waist in the water. A little fish glanced through her legs and brushed teasingly against her inside thigh. "It's cold!" gasped Alicia. "You need to jump around a bit," Blanche advised. Alicia jumped up and down, but all she could feel were the sharp pebbles on her bare feet. "I don't feel any warmer." Blanche waded towards her, curiously graceful for one so large. Then she immersed herself and swam breaststroke a few yards, her breasts bobbing above the water like ballast. When Blanche reached Alicia she wrapped her cold wet body round Alice, and showered her face with kisses. "You're so sweet!" she exclaimed. She traced her podgy hands down the contours of Alicia's body towards Alicia's buttocks which she squeezed gently.

Then she tenderly spun Alicia around on her toes in the water and pushed one of her round white fingers to Alicia's vagina and tenderly caressed it. Alicia suddenly tensed, but as Blanche lavished more attention on her vagina, she felt it get warmer at the same time as water seeped into the entrance, giving her a peculiar feeling, which only added to its sensuousness. She knew her own moistness was adding to the moistness of the water, but her passion only rose. She was soon gasping in ecstasy and holding tight onto Blanche's large round body. Later, Alicia had breakfast with Blanche in her dining room, and she couldn't help noticing all the framed photographs around the wall.

There were pictures of Blanche with several women and men, and several more of Blanche by herself. In one picture Blanche was sitting in a boat with a girl about the same age as Dinah. In other Blanche was photographed with a fat man with his penis quite firmly up her cunt, and the two of them clearly enjoying it. In another, Blanche was seated nestling with a sheep. One picture which particularly took Alicia's eye was a picture of Blanche intimately embracing a woman, who, though not nearly as plump as Blanche, was quite simply not slim. But she had one feature, which was considerably more voluptuous than anything that Blanche had, and that was her breasts. They were simply enormous.

They came down to her waist, were very round and had nipples that themselves were at least the size of Alicia's fists. Blanche was nestled against her in a pose of adoration, and this woman supported Blanche with an arm around the shoulder. "Who's this?" wondered Alicia, pointing at the woman. "O! Don't you know?" smiled Blanche. "No," said Alicia, looking again at the picture. The very pretty rounded face with the full lips and round smiling eyes did seem familiar. "I'm sure I've seen her somewhere though. I just can't place it." "You've probably seen her face on dust-jackets," Blanche remarked. "She's Erica Young."
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