Alice: From Innocence to Incitement

Alice Trellen hadn’t had any attention from boys. She and her best friend Lucy would loiter around the local town center, buy useless tat and gossip about who they thought was snogging who, but they both felt outside of the action. To compound matters, she’d discovered that she had a high libido so despite her lack of sexual contact, Alice would make herself come two or three times a day wherever and whenever the mood took her. Supply closets, sparsely attended classrooms, the back of an uber. Alice could come anywhere, but lacked anyone to join her.

But by the time she returned to school that year, aged 19, she had a new set of problems: every boy in school staring at the E-cup breasts which had appeared on her barely-five-foot frame.

She shaved the back and sides of her head partly in an attempt to give people something else to be distracted by, but it suited her so much that it simply made her even more attractive. People were treating her differently, too. By the end of the first term she’d been asked out by ten different boys, and eventually said ‘yes’ when Steven Connor – in the year above! – invited her to his 20th birthday party.

Steve’s parties were legendary/notorious – there was always drugs, the police always got called, and at least one couple always got caught hooking up. Alice’s life contained none of these things, and she was giddy at the thought of experiencing any of it – and sharing a bed with someone other than her vibrator.

When the day came, Alice made sure she looked as hot as she was ever going to look. Showing off her newly-filled out body in a red halterneck, she matched it with bright red lipstick – emphasizing her already full lips – and spent an hour on the sexist smokey-eyes she could muster. She looked GREAT.

“Alice! Thanks for coming. You look…” Steven was trying to be polite but abandoned the mission “Well fit. I’ve got to check on something upstairs.” He flashed Alice a flirtatious smile, “But I will definitely come and find you later.”

She nervously fixed a vodka and tonic that was really just a lightly flavored vodka and wandered outside, where she saw another girl sitting on her own, smoking. She borrowed a cigarette and they got talking. Her name was Joanna and she’d also been invited by Steve despite not being friends with him, to a previous party and had had a good enough time to come back.

Joanna was mixed-race, possibly Japanese Alice thought, with razor sharp cheekbones and big, beautiful eyes. Alice was sensing a pattern here.

The girls got talking about their love lives, and boys generally, and Alice confessed that she was totally new to it. Joanna frowned, and said – very matter of factly – “Well that won’t last long.. In fact.” a devlilsh grin spread across her face, “Why don’t we go and see who’s in the master bedroom?”

They made their way indoors and up the stairs, and down the long carpeted hallway. As they approached the door, Alice could hear voices – not shouting exactly, but making loud noises. Joanna pushed the door open, watching Alice’s face freeze with a combination of surprise, horror, and envy.

Immediately behind the door stood Steven, sideways on, with one of the girls from his college class – Wendy maybe? – enthusiastically sucking his cock. The bed was taken by Steven’s best friend Lev, who was receiving the same treatment from under the bedsheets. Alice recognised two of the cool girls from school; usually sat at the back of the class looking bored, tonight they were sat on the floor against the bed, touching themselves as they watched the antics unfolding around them.

Steven looked up and waved her in.

“Alice! Why don’t you join us? I’m sure Wendy doesn’t mind sharing.”

Panicked, she knelt down next to Wendy, as Steven stroked Wendy’s hair then pulled his dick away from her mouth and pointed it at Alice. She tried to play it cool, taking him in her hand – he’s so hard, she thought – and tentatively licking the tip. She looked desperately at Wendy, who immediately understood.

“I don’t think she’s ever given a blowjob before.”

Alice’s heart sank and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she began blushing. Wendy touched her arm.

“But I can show you! Here…”

It turned out that Alice was a natural, and within minutes she had Steven shaking as she took his cock all the way into her throat, feeling herself getting wet as he cried out with pleasure and a little embarrassment – despite her inexperience, she finished him what felt like seconds. Alice wasn’t prepared for the way Steven’s cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth and pulled her head back in surprise. By the time he’d finished, she had cum on her lips and chin, on her top, and splattered between her cleavage.

Steven apologized and went to get Alice a towel and a t-shirt. Feeling the brazen nature of the room, she undid the cum-covered halterneck and let it fall off, revealing her large, perky breasts. Wendy couldn’t take her eyes off them. Alice was disappointed. She wanted to know what all the fuss was about when it came to men finishing in mouths, and somehow she felt she’d been short-changed.

She was about to say something when the couple in the bed started to argue. Loudly.

“I won’t, I promise!” He was saying, with the desperation of a man who really wants to get laid.

The girl appeared from under the sheets, her lipstick smudged and her face ashen. “I don’t trust you. Last time you promised you’d warn me. You held my head down!”

She turned to Alice and Wendy as she adjusted her clothes.

“He’s going to cum in my mouth, he always does. I wouldn’t mind but he’s not even my boyfriend anymore. She rolled out of the bed, gawping at Alice’s breasts. “Finish yourself off!” she shouted as she stormed out. “Great tits by the way!”

Alice climbed up onto the bed as a boy appeared from beneath the sheets, looking sheepish, then immediately excited by the incredible body seemingly leaning over him. “Right place, right time,” she said, disappearing beneath the sheets.

“Dave, this is Alice!” Steven laughed as he walked back in. Even through the sheets, he could see her head bobbing up and down in Dave’s lap. “Alice, this is Dave. Attached to the penis in your mouth.”

“Nice to eat you” she mumbled.

She was enjoying this, the sense of having a man by the most sensitive part of his anatomy. The noises he was making. The sheer outrageous sluttiness of it all. She felt Dave’s cock begin to twitch, a lesson she’d learned just minutes earlier.

Barely able to speak, Dave stuttered “Y-y-yknow, you don’t have to le me c-” but he was too late, cut off by his own deep moan.

Alice appeared from under the covers, smiling at Dave’s breathless, speechless reaction. Kneeling, she took his hand and put it between her legs, pushing it under her skirt as she leaned towards him. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and Dave could feel she was already soaking wet.

Dave was surprisingly skilled with his fingers, and shortly Alice was arching her back and squealing loudly. She thanked him, straightened her skirt, and went back to rejoin the party.

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That night had changed Alice’s life. Finally possessed of the confidence and ability to act on her urges, she was unstoppable. And yes, it had started in part because of the rumors that followed the party – she blew three guys, four guys, she was taking them two at a time, every imaginable iteration. And she there was an upside to attractive boys assuming she was an easy lay, regardless of whether it was true.

She thought about that party a lot in the weeks following the first night at Dan’s house, having watched Lucy discover her own sexuality in such an extreme way. Alice was particularly proud of how much Lucy enjoyed having men cum inside her. But as Alice knew all too well, it’s blowjobs that make you popular.

Alice did like giving head, though. Just not permanently and to random people who ask. Friends who ask, and ask nicely though? That was a different matter. The reason she was so good at it, the reason she could make Lucy’s landlord/friend/fuckbuddy/faux-uncle Dan come in seconds at a traffic light? Practice makes perfect.

She lived with uni students, two slightly older guys – Dean and Craig – and one girl, Darla. Darla was barely around, so the three of them often had the house to themselves. One evening, Alice and Dean were drinking their way through a terrible action movie that Dean had chosen, knocking back shots every time someone said “We’ve got company” or shot a random Eastern European. They were hammered.

Halfway through the film, Craig – also completely drunk – staggered in from the pub. He had a look on his face like he’d just learned Santa was real. Alice already knew what he was going to ask her.

“Alice! Were you really giving out random blowjobs from someone’s parents’ room?” He’d obviously just heard the now two-year-old myths about her party trick.

Alice rolled her eyes and sighed. “No. I fooled around with two guys and obviously one of them told every horny teenager in a ten-mile radius. You must think I’m a total slut.”

“Did you have fun?”

She smiled a broad smile, and giggled.

“Well then, no harm done. Although,” Craig had a cheeky grin on his face. “If you ever are giving out random blowjobs, don’t forget that charity starts at home.”

He walked through to the kitchen. Alice looked at the generic soldiers shooting the generic vaguely-arab bad guys in Dean’s movie, and followed Craig into the kitchen.

.

After ten minutes, Dean paused the movie and went to see what the hold up was.

He walked into the narrow kitchen to see Craig stood in the center, holding himself up between the worktops with a look on his face that would have been worrying if not for the fact Alice was kneeling in front of him, her head moving back and forth – slowly. Dean could see that Craig had a preposterously thick cock and Alice was having to take it really slowly.

“Uh…” Dean was at a loss for words. He was pretty sure this was generally deemed rude but it wasn’t something he’d ever had to think about