The Second Degradation of Alice
Copyright© 2025 by tiffany58
Chapter 3: Session 1 - Uncle John
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Session 1 - Uncle John - A young woman is recovering from years of degradation at the hands of a group of mature men. But an invite to a school reunion triggers emotional flashbacks and leads her towards a second degrading life. How will she survive?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Squirting Teacher/Student Prostitution
My first video session with Dylan Jones focused on the man who started everything when I was just 14, and set most of the ground rules for me to follow for the rest of my life. This is what I told Dylan.
It was Uncle John who was the first to lead me into the life that awaited me. While he was always very affectionate and tactile with me it was around my 14th birthday that things changed. Whenever we were alone, he would become much more affectionate and physical, his arms frequently around my shoulders and his hands stroking any bare flesh that I might be displaying.
To be fair, I enjoyed his attentions. He was a similar age to my father, probably late 50s, and physically very attractive for an “old” man, but in contrast my father was not physically demonstrative at all, so I welcomed Uncle John’s cuddles and caresses. I was very attracted to him emotionally and physically. He was about six feet three tall and well built, spending a lot of time working out and keeping his body in good shape.
One Saturday afternoon, when my parents had gone out for the whole day and I was left on my own, Uncle John arrived and let himself into the kitchen by the backdoor. I was in the lounge watching a film on TV so, when he walked in and dropped his gym bag beside me, I was taken by surprise and gave a little shriek, before laughing with him at my reaction. He came and sat down next to me on the sofa and put his arm round my shoulders, asking me what I was watching and what had happened so far. I quite naturally slipped my arm round his back as he sat back
I was wearing a small pair of satin shorts and a simple spaghetti strap vest, with no bra, as frankly, at that stage I did not really need one (and I am only a bit bigger today, a small 32A cup now) although I already had very prominent nipples, almost as big as mine are now. My feet, legs, shoulders, and arms were bare as I snuggled into Uncle John’s arm. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, as if he was on his way to or from a workout.
As we sat there, his right arm around my shoulder and his hand gently caressing my bare shoulder, I felt so relaxed and comfortable, easing into his body as I enjoyed his soft stroking of my arm and shoulder. It seemed quite natural when he slowly let his hand slide down my arm and then moved it across, as if by accident, to rest softly on my right breast. Suddenly this all felt so different and not like any of our previous cuddles, even more so when he very lightly began to circle my nipple with his index finger, making it instantly hard and erect as it poked through the thin material of my vest.
This was so different! My breathing became shallow and my heartbeat climbed, my face turning red with embarrassment and excitement. It became even more so when he reached across with his other hand and slipped the string strap of my vest off my shoulder, and moving the hand that was on my breast let the top slide down to reveal most of my right breast. Now he moved his hand and slipped it inside my vest, cupping my previously untouched breast in his big palm and taking my engorged nipple between his thumb and fore-finger. Neither of us said a word as his finger and thumb began to roll and caress my nipple, before pinching it gently as he pulled it and tweaked it, his hand squeezing my breast as he did so.
His left hand came up and lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes, as he whispered,” You are a very beautiful young woman now Alice, I have been waiting for you to grow up, so I can help you to become a real woman – now kiss me and show me how much you want this.” And with that he leaned in and kissed me tenderly on my lips, which gradually fell open as his tongue pressed against them.
Did I want this? I do not know but I was so confused by the way his fondling of my breast and nipple was affecting me that I just leaned back against his shoulder and let him kiss me. Briefly at first, but then more forcefully and more demanding, as his tongue slid inside my mouth and played with my own tongue, his saliva joining my own as he gave me my first ever sexual kiss.
We kissed for ages as he continued to squeeze my breast and pull on my aching nipple, before he stopped kissing me and sat back to look at me. “Let me have a proper look at these beautiful little breasts of yours” he said as he took hold of my vest top and pushed it down to my waist, so both breasts were on display for him. With one of my arms trapped behind his back, he could see and touch both breasts and both nipples. And when he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on first one and then the second nipple, my heart nearly exploded with excitement and tension.
For what seemed an eternity he kissed, sucked, and nibbled on my nipples, and all I could do was lift a hand and place it on his shoulder as he devoured my adolescent breasts. I had no idea what was happening but just knew I did not want him to stop – I was in shock but loving it.
After an eternity of breast and nipple play, Uncle John slipped off the sofa and knelt in front of me, quietly saying “Let’s get these pointless bits of material out of the way.” He reached forward and took hold of the vest that sat crumpled up around my waist, and again softly said “Lift your bottom so I can take it off.” Thinking more breast play was coming, I did as I was told and lifted my hips as he hooked his fingers into my vest and began to pull it down my stomach. However, as soon as my vest and his fingers reached the top of my little satin shorts, his fingers also went straight under the waistband and in one quick tug, vest and shorts were both around my ankles.
I was only wearing plain white cotton panties with a Hello Kitty logo sitting over my mons. Embarrassed and surprised, I went to roll over and curl up to hide my suddenly revealed near-nakedness. But John had other ideas, and gripping my knees firmly with both hands, told me to sit up straight, and, as I slowly began to obey, his hands pushed my knees wide apart as he shuffled forward between them, reaching down with one hand to remove the vest and shorts that were keeping my ankles and feet together.
I sat there, leaning back against the sofa cushions, watching his face as his eyes swept over my exposed breasts and nipples, down to my wide spread legs, and then settling on Kitty on my panties. His hands slid up my thighs and gripped the muscles just below my panties, before lifting and spreading my legs even wider apart. He looked at my face, smiled and slowly lowered his face into my exposed panties, and planted a kiss on Kitty.
For the next five minutes he kissed my pantie covered mons, licked and sucked the material until it was almost transparent and began to nip my labia through the material with his teeth. Occasionally one hand or the other would reach up, push my own hands and arms aside and caress and pinch a breast and nipple, but his mouth never lost contact with my pussy.
Finally, he leaned back, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and said “Lift your hips again so I can take these off and then I can eat you properly – I want the real pussy now, not Kitty.”
I was now in an emotional and physical turmoil – Uncle John had only been with me for an hour and I was now naked in front of him my legs held high and wide apart, knowing that his mouth was about to descend on my secret place. Emotionally I knew this was wrong but physically I desperately wanted to feel his mouth on me, but the decision on right or wrong was not for me to make, and as he was about to lean into me he stopped, smiled, and said “Oh lovely girl, you are so wet - you really want this just as I hoped!” and then lowered his mouth and tongue to my waiting and glistening vagina.
I gasped as his tongue slid from the bottom of my vagina up my swollen labia and circled my clitoris, before reversing direction and sliding back down until his tongue pressed against my virgin entrance and poked inside. Then his tongue climbed back up to my clitoris, but this time licking and sucking my internal labia so his tongue was slotted into my groove for the whole journey. Within seconds I was a squirming, groaning, mess, my hands trying to grab his head, whether to stop him or to make him go deeper I had no idea, and my legs were wide apart of their own accord as he used both hands to massage and tweak my breasts.
Without warning I felt this strange feeling growing in my lower body, my muscles twitching and my pussy contracting and squeezing something that was not there. Suddenly my core just exploded, contractions ran through my whole body, my stomach turned over, I could not breath or speak, just letting out a piercing shriek as a torrent of fluids gushed from my vagina all over John’s still munching face and mouth. Then the adrenalin rush hit me and I may even have momentarily passed out – the little death as I later learned the French call it – as my first ever orgasm rocked my entire universe. I have never forgotten that orgasm and still think it is one of the best I have ever had.
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