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The Lucid Side of Things III

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I awoke late in the evening on Saturday. The humid air pressed all around me, and so I had no other option but to get up and find something cold to drink. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard Uncle Jason on the phone in the study room. I decided not to think about it while I poured myself a glass of water from the fridge and then took out an ice tray from the freezer. As I was popping a block of ice into my mouth the conversation in the study stopped. I bit down hard on the ice block, grabbed my glass of water and made to go back to my room.

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" size="3">“Jinette?” If I kept walking, I thought that I could get to my room without him realizing that I was, in fact, walking around the house. “Jinette, I know that you’re awake. Get me a glass of water and bring it in here.” I grimiced. Either, I could continue walking and risk whatever punishment I got, or I could go in there and hand him the water. I spun around, and made my way into the study. Keeping my eyes on the ground, I placed the water on the desk and turned to leave.

“Look at me Jinette.” I paused. The tone of his voice betrayed his emotions. If I had walked away then it was likely that he would have punished me. I looked up at him. He sat in his chair, leaning back, one leg crossed at the ankle over the other, his hair, as usual, in his eyes. He smiled.

“Come around the desk, Jinette, I want to see you.” I bit my lip and walked around the desk. For the second time that week, his hands encircled my waist, as he settled me on top of his desk. Gazing steadily into my eyes, he lifted the hem of my night dress and bunched it up around my waist. He looked down, smirked, and looked back up at me. “No panties Jinette? Did you loose them? Or did you give them to some boy?” His fingers glided up my thigh, and along my pussy lips.

“Part your pussy for me, slut. Take your hands and hold those lips apart.” I bit my lip, but did as he told me, holding the outer lips of my pussy open wide. He leaned back and watched me. “You look good like that Jinette, like you were born to be a submissive little whore.” He put a finger on my clit and taped it, it made me jump. “You like to be touched on this little clit of yours, don’t you babe?” He grinned. Leaning forward he put his nose to my pussy and sniffed. “Fuck Jinette, you smell so good.”

His hand came up, and spread wide on my stomache, he pushed me back, so that I was laying on the desk with my knees far apart. He sniffed again, and then his tongue darted out to flick my clit. My whole body jerked as if pulled by some invisible string. I gasped loudly, and looked down at him. He was watching me, then he bent his neck, and licked at my clit again, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He paused, and then sucked on it, when he grazed it with his teeth, I moaned loudly, my hands balling into fists as I tried not to move. He dropped his head a little, and took one long lick, parting my folds with his tongue until he hit my clit again. I shuddered. Then he grasped my hips, and thrust his tongue forward, pushing it into my cunt. My hips bucked, and would have flew off the table if he hadn’t been hold them down. I felt him begin to move his tongue, in and out, in and out, mocking me, allowing me to know that he would, soon, fuck me. I almost screamed; frustration, devastation, I don’t know, I was so confused, the feeling of want, and disgust, the situation was not right, and yet there I was, grinding my pussy into his face.

The phone rang. He leaned up, and motioned for me to get it. Biting my lip, I picked up the receiver.

“Hello?” I gasped, as his tongue slid into my cunt again. “Hello?” I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my knuckles white around the receiver.

“Yes, is this Miss. Adams?” a deep voice asked on the phone.

“No,” I was breathing hard… surely some people just breathe hard naturally. “No this is the baby sitter, may I take a message?”

“Is Mr. Adams there?”

I almost groaned, Uncle Jason’s tongue was flicking at my clit, and I felt as if I was going to break into a million pieces. “He’s here, hold on.” I tapped Uncle Jason on the head, and he leaned back, an amused look on his face as he took the receiver from my hands.

“Hello?... oh, yes the baby sitter… Jinette…sweet little bit of ass…” I watched him with a look of horror on my face “Yes, got her writhing on the desk as we speak.” I went to sit up, to hit him, to run away, just to stop hearing the conversation, but his hand was suddenly unbuttoning the top of my night dress, pushing me down with it, reaching inside. He caught my right nipple between two calloused fingers and rolled. I arched my back, biting my lip against moaning. “Want to hear her?” he handed me the receiver, a glint in his eyes. “Talk to him while I make you cum, little Jinette, make him horny while you moan.”

I held the receiver to my ear, and Uncle Jason’s fingers slid from beneath my top. He grabbed me by the waist, turning me onto my stomach and then ordered me to get on my knees. With one hand holding myself up on my knees, I held the receiver to my ear with the other.

“Jinette?” asked a voice on the line.

“Yes?”

“You’re on your hands and knees?” the voice asked again.

“Yes.”

I gasped, as Unlce Jason slipped his tongue into my pussy again. This time it went further, causing me to squirm.

“God you sound so hot when you moan like that,” the voice said. I could hear him breathing hard. “Do you like it when he licks your cunt?” His questions were making me feel so dirty, I moaned. “You’re such a dirty whore, fucking bitch, I can just see you; cum dripping down your thighs, riding his face.” I bit my lip, mewling as I got close to my release. Uncle Jason stopped.

I looked back. “Jinette” said the voice on the line “Tell me what’s happening.” I watched as Uncle Jason put his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks.

“He… he’s looking at my...” I yelped as I felt him flick his tongue against my anus.

“Tell me Jinette,” the voice demanded. I tried to struggle forward, but Uncle Jason’s grip on my ass was firm, almost painfully so. “Tell me.”

“Uncle Jason is licking my ass,” I whined, trying to pull away, as I felt his tongue pushing at my anus. I struggled, but Uncle Jason’s hold on my ass was strong.

“And you like that, don’t you, Jinette?” the voice asked as Uncle Jason’s tongue slowly slid into my ass, making me moan in protest. “You like it in the ass, don’t you Jinette? You like his tongue fucking your little ass.” Uncle Jason began to work his tongue in and out of my ass, one hand dropping from my ass to reach between my legs, his fingers rubbing my clit. I screamed, my ass tightening on his tongue as I came hard and fast, dropping the receiver.

The Lucid Side of Things (II)

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I didn’t tell anyone. I suppose I should have, only I never felt as if he forced me. He never once hurt me, and he didn’t penetrate me with his fingers… or anything else. And so I didn’t tell anyone.

The next day was a blur. Everything seemed to be a million miles away, moving at a hundred miles per hour, whilst I was standing still. I hadn’t even realized that school was over until I was standing on the corner, waiting for one of my parents to pick me up.

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tailed analysis of my pink Nike, a small black lotus pulled up. The top was up, but I recognized the car as it had picked me up before, when my parents couldn’t make it. I grimaced as the passenger door slid open. I went around the back of the car and rapped on the trunk, which opened with a ‘pop.’ Dropping my bag, I circled the car again and slid into the passenger seat.

“Hullo Uncle Jason,” I tried to sound chipper, but even I could hear the slight tremor in my voice. “Where’s Mum and Dad?”

Uncle Jason was straightening his tie in the mirror, one large hand still on the steering wheel. Oh yes, he liked control very much.

“Your mother is waiting for you at home,” he fixed me in place with his eyes. “I see you haven’t yet taken my advice about your skirt, Jinette.” I squeezed my eyes shut; maybe if I just didn’t look at him this would all be forgotten. I cracked one eye open. He was reaching over, and my heart was beating over time, his hand opened, and closed around the parking break, which he put down before starting the car. I took a gulf of air, and turned to look out of the window.

“Well Jinette, shall we see what else my little whore can do?” I could feel him smirking without turning around, and so I rested my head against the cool glass of the window. “Turn and look at me Jinette, its rude not to look at someone when they speak.” I didn’t want to turn. I didn’t want to know what else he wanted me to do, and yet, when he put a hand on my thigh, I turned. “Put your hand in my lap Jinette, like a good girl.” I shivered. How could someone so dirty have such a haltingly sexy voice? My hand trembled as I leaned over and put it in his lap.

It was easy to tell what kind of things he had been thinking. I could feel him, hard in his trousers, and as I went to snatch my hand away, I found it pinned between his hardness and his hand.

“Unzip me and take it out, little girl.” For a long while I watched out hands; one small one under a large one, before I tugged sharply, trying to take my hand back. He was faster, and had my hair in his hand, pulling tightly, eyes never leaving the road while the other hand steered. “Do it now, Jinette, don’t get me any angrier than I already am.” I shook at his words, obediently unzipping his pants, and sliding my hand into them. When my hand closed around him I was shocked at the girth of it. My fingers barely encircled his manhood as I struggled to free it from his suit pants. Once out, it stood erect, my hand still around.

“Now I want you to put those pretty little lips around my cock and make me cum.” His words startled me out of my stupor, and I let go of his cock, snatching my hand away as if it had been burned. The hand in my hair tightened, drawing a gasp from me. He pulled my head down towards his crotch.

“Come on Jinette, my little slut, show me how you lick your boyfriend’s cock.” By then my face was pushed against his cock, it slid across my closed mouth and then my cheek. He swore. “Open your mouth you little cunt, or I’ll spank that little ass of yours.” Just to make a point, his hand came down hard on the portion of my ass now in the air because of my precarious position. My mouth dropped open and the tip of his cock slid into it. “Lick it, whore, use your tongue.” At his insistence, I flicked my tongue towards it, and then back. I didn’t want to. The hand in my hair got tighter, then it wasn’t there.

“Perhaps,” he said as he looked down at me and then back at the road “You need some incentive?” I puzzled at his question, until the hand that had been in my hair slid down my back to my underwear. He pulled them to one side while his fingers found my clit and began rubbing. I gasped, which involuntarily caused my mouth to close around his cock. He laughed “Hit the right button, did I Jinette?” He rubbed my clit faster. I moaned, and he thrust upwards into my mouth. “Suck on it, whore, you want my cum in your pretty little mouth, don’t you?” His fingers left my clit, and his hand was on my head again, fisting in my hair, using it to push my head down, then pull it up. With one vicious movement, he forced my head down until my nose touched his balls. I could feel his cock pushing down into my throat, making me gag, as tears welled up in my eyes and then over flowed. I felt the car stopping, and went to lift my head, but he kept pushing me down again.

“We’re in your driveway Jinette. How do you think your mother would feel if she looked out the window and found you sucking on my cock? Would that turn her on or would she want to punish you? Maybe you should put in a little more effort, and I won’t accidentally slip and hit the horn.” I moaned, but began to suck a little harder, my tongue swirling around his cock as he began to thrust into me. I felt him enter my throat several times, causing my eyes to water as he fucked my mouth.

“Fuck Jinette, baby, that’s it.” He groaned, thrusting harder, and holding my head all the way down. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as I felt something hot spew into my throat. I had to get it out – Id drown if I didn’t get it out. I pushed away from him, but he held me down “Swallow bitch, just swallow it.” And so I swallowed. After a few minutes he pulled out,  and I watched as a thin string of cum connected his cock to my mouth before it broke, and I was left with cum on my lips. He let go of the back of my head and I sat up to see my house in the front window of the car. I looked back down at his cock, glistening with a mixture of my spit and his cum.  He leaned back a little in his chair.

“Lick it clean Jinette.” He grinned at me, as if this was something I had signed on for, something I wouldn’t mind.

“What if my Mother comes out here?” I asked, hand on the door handle.

“She wont. She and your father left on a business trip. You’re staying with me for the weekend. Annalisa has gone to her mothers so your parents knew I wouldn’t mind someone around cooking meals.”

The lucid Side of Things

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I was fourteen when things started changing. It seemed that with my first period came an onslaught of changes. My hips widened, and I lost a lot of body fat, and those two mosquito bites on my chest became round and firm. And I started to notice boys. At first it was an easy thing, the way the boy in front of me would brush my hand whilst handing back the class work. The difference in the sizes of our hands, his clean, round fingernails, the paleness of his skin against my tan, it all fascinated me. And then there were men. Like my teacher. Again there was that difference in size, whilst a boys hand might be big enough to slip yours into, and feel safe, I was sure if my teacher were to grab me he could crush me, and that both frightened me, and caus

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ed a warm sensation to trickle down my body, and pool in my stomach.

 

My parents are catholic. They’d been born into Muslim homes, but both converted. Unfortunately that gave them very strong beliefs when it came to some things… most things… everything… I had been forbidden to date until I finished university, a fact which, coupled with the point that I was in high school, frustrated me, to say the least. The girls in class were always talking about kissing, and going on dates, and while there were a few boys daring enough to try to ask me out, my parent’s constant vigilance, their participation in everyday school life, caused a barrier of sorts to be drawn around me. Perhaps that’s why my fascination with boys did not last very long… perhaps that’s why, suddenly I became attracted to the idea of men. At the age of fourteen, things started changing, at the age of fourteen, I lost my innocence. I did not, however, lose my virginity.

 

When I was fifteen, I got a job. My father’s work mate, and close family friend, Uncle Jason, lived two streets away from us. He was newly married, and he and his wife, Aunt Annalisa, had just brought the newborn home. In an effort both to be helpful as a friend, and keep business ties together, my father and mother put me to work as a babysitter for them. I suppose it was convenient, they called whenever they needed me, and if it was late, they would either drive me home, or let me sleep in the guest room… I always felt like Anne of Green Gables when I slept in the guest room…

 

It was a hot evening three summers after I had began working, that I decided to shed my dress and wear my chemise around the house. I had seen Aunt Annalisa do it often when the air was humid, and so thought nothing of it, especially as there was no one home. The baby was curled in its cot, a light sheet bunched in the corner by its feet. After ascertaining that he wouldn’t wake, I made my way out to the living room and propped myself up on the leather couch. Even now I hate to sit on leather when it’s hot, sweat pools around your thighs, and sometimes you can get ‘stuck’ to the seat. In an effort to forestall this phenomenon, I slipped out of the chemise. Before I flicked on the television, I watched my reflection in the blackened screen. I was wearing my first matching set of underwear. I slid my hand over the bra, it was a demi-cup, and made me feel perversely sexy, coupled with the low riding white underwear that matched it. I gave my breasts a playful squeeze, and then let my hands drop. I regarded my reflection one more time before picking up the remote and switching on the television.

 

I don’t know when I fell asleep. I think it was halfway between Hanna Montana and The Worst Witch. When I awoke, it was to see Uncle Jason sitting in his recliner, watching the news. I snatched my chemise up from the side of the couch, and slid it over my head. He did not turn from what he was watching, and so I left the room to check on the baby.

 

When I arrived at my Uncle’s house on Thursday evening, I put my bag at the door as usual. The house was quiet, and there was a note from Aunt Annalisa saying that she had taken the baby to a toddler gym class and would be home soon, and to please check the dishwasher. I guess all mothers are the same “check the dishwasher” usually means empty it, or pack it, quite the same way “check the clothes” means fold them and put them away, or turn on the drier. It was whilst I was bending to reach for a plate I noticed a pair of brown loafers behind me. I froze as a large calloused hand slid up the back of my thigh, and over the left cheek of my buttocks. I could see the other hand play with the hem of my school skirt.

 

“Uncle Jason?” I blurted, my thoughts were flying around my head as if they were birds trying to escape a cage. I did not move as his fingers began to trace the band of my panties. But when the band was raised and then snapped back down, I bolted up right and spun around to face him. He had always been an attractive man, and now, near the end of his twenties, he was beginning to look more debonair than charming. His brown curls hung in dark eyes, and he regarded me regarding him, from his height of six foot two.

 

“You shouldn’t bend over like you do in that skirt.” His voice was warm and admonishing, as though what had happened had not, as though he was merely chiding me for being unknowingly brazen. Although he was the one at fault, I colored, the skin of my face burning hot in the humid air. He chuckled and settled his hands on my waist, I had a moment to consider how large his hands must be because his fingers touched, before he perched me on the kitchen counter.

 

“Do you want the guys in class to think you’re a whore Jinette?” I cringed. He was right, of course he was right, I should have had a longer hem on my school skirt, I shouldn’t make a practice of bending over in short skirts.

 

“No” it came out softer than I had intended, and when he lifted  a brown eyebrow, I repeated it louder, “No I don’t want them to think that, Uncle Jason.” I almost leapt off of the counter when his fingers traced the hem of the skirt across my thighs.

 

“I beg to differ.” His statement made me shudder and as I looked him in the eyes, I saw something there change. This was not my Uncle Jason, not the charming man who picked me up from school and dropped me off to help his wife take care of his son. This was someone altogether different. A shock ran through me as I felt that warm tug in my stomach. His fingers stilled on my thighs and his eyes were on mine as he reached for my wrists. I realized, as he grasped one in each of his hands, that a flick of his wrists would surely shatter mine. And so I stayed still as he leant in, closer, bringing my arms back, and behind me, stayed still as I heard a soft ‘click’, and as he let my hands go, the cuffs settled heavily. It was enough to break my thrall, and I began to try to remove my hands from the restraints.

 

“Uncle?” it was a question, and an accusation, one which he did not answer as pulled my knees apart and stood between them. He plucked the hem of my skirt between two fingers, and slowly pulled it up to my waist. He settled it there and then stepped back to regard me. I know that, in that situation, if I had been another girl, besides myself, I would have been screaming, kicking, biting, clawing, anything to get away. Instead I found a type of indifference. A calm cool spread through me. I closed my thighs.

 

“Will you let me go now?” again I got no answer as he slid his hands onto my thighs again. He caressed the flesh there, making my hairs stand on edge, and slowly he parted my thighs again. He leaned over, his face near my neck, soft brown hair brushing the side of my face, lips at my ear.

 

“Do that again and I will punish you, make no mistake.” His lips brushed my ear as he said this, and then his tongue trailed down the shell of my ear, and he sunk his teeth into the lobe. I gasped, the twinge of pain made me stiffen my arms against the cuffs, and I could feel the soft skin of my wrists chafing. I could feel him smirk against the side of my face, as he pulled back, fingers sliding up my inner thighs to the sides of my panties. This time he did not trace them, but grasped the sides, and pulled them down. He then used one hand to lift me, as the other pushed them down my thighs to my calves, and they fell off. He settled me on the counter again, and I bit my lip at the cold of the marble on my bottom. My legs were already spread in an attempt to avoid ‘punishment,’ whatever that might have been.

 

“You have no pubic hair. Were you planning on showing anyone your pussy Jinette? Were you planning on letting some schoolboy have his haphazard way with you?” Uncle Jason sneered, his calloused hand coming out to cup my mound.

 

“Do you like to play with yourself Jinette?” his eyes bored into mine. I tilted my head forward, in an attempt to hide behind a curtain of my long black hair. My head suddenly snapped back, the fist he had in my hair tightening, leaving my neck exposed, and my eyes trained on the ceiling. His lips slid across my neck, and I gasped when his tongue touched a pulse point, and then he skimmed it with his teeth. And then, suddenly, the calm fractured;  I was fighting his hold, feeling hair rip from the roots as a thick finger scratched between my pussy lips, hitting my pearl. He grinned against my neck, biting hard as he pulled my hair back, and waited for me to still before he rubbed my clit again. I bit my lip hard, increasing the pressure as his finger drew a lazy circle around the nub.

 

“Do you like that, little Jinette? My fingers on your little clit. Do you rub it a lot? Please yourself while you think of someone?” I tasted blood in my mouth, sharp and sweet as he applied more pressure to my clit, making me want to gasp out loud. I balled my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms just as he was biting into my neck. From somewhere far away I could hear someone moaning.

 

“That’s right my little doll, moan for me, cum on my fingers like a good little whore.” I moaned louder, my hips rolling as he rubbed my clit.

 

“That’s it Jinette, cum, cum for Uncle Jason.” And as he whispered words of encouragement in my ear, my body tensed, muscles bunching tightly, and then abruptly there was release. I felt warm fluid dripping down my thighs, over his fingers and onto the cold kitchen counter beneath me. I was breathing hard when he reached behind me and I heard a familiar soft ‘click.’ Leaning over to the tap he turned it on warm, dampened a cloth and wrung it out. I started, from examining my wrists, when I felt it between my legs, but the gentle pressure of one hand on my shoulder kept me from bolting as he first cleaned me, and then the counter.