Unca B Teaches Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Unca B Teaches Ch. 04 by Mark2,Mark2 Hi folks, for those who want more speed, I regret my slow progress, but this is very much a spare time thing for me, I have other writing projects and some of it for money. Guess which has the priority.

That said, Chapter 5 is definitely in the works for publication soon. I just chopped Ch 4 off, because if this one continued it would have been very long indeed.

In this chapter Gwen gets cleaned up ready to deflower herself with the help and participation of Pru, and Unca B, who is going to be Stallion for the Cowgirl.

Thanks for your votes and comments so far, they are gratifying and motivational.

Mark2

The next morning, I woke from a delicious dream, then realized it was a memory not a dream.

I recalled the sensations yet again as at last the touching sensations on my cock were too much. When my toes curled and the great wave of tingling rose through my body as my cock began to pulse like a pump handle. When it settled down and stopped moving by itself, Gwen had peeled the slippery foreskin back and kissed my cock head, and then kissed me full on the lips..

“Ride ’em Cowgirl; coming up.” She had murmured in to my mouth as I tasted my passion. Pru then took my softening cock into her warm mouth and licked under the foreskin before exclaiming.

“Oh Gwen. He doesn’t taste gross, more like salty. But for now, I am going to watch you and see if you survive. This thing is scary big.”

I got out of bed with my piss hard-on leading the way to the bathroom door. Just in time I remembered Pru was now living with us and shared the bathroom between the two bedrooms.

She might be in there. So my little head thought for a tiny second, then I whipped the door open anyway.

Me bad.

Yup. There she was sitting on the throne, nightie bunched over her waist, and there I was standing fully nude with my stiffie waving at her.

“Eek!”

“Oops.”

I closed the door and said through it, “Sorry, I forgot. Please just let me know when you are finished.”

I then went to the window looking out over the garden and saw the thermometer.

We had a warm day coming up. So I decided to wear shorts, no underwear, a loose pullover top, and sandals.

I heard the flush, and turned back to the bathroom door as Pru called through it that she was finished. I grabbed my robe and called back for her to wait a sec please, I wanted to speak with her.

“Can we talk in there, my room’s a mess?” she called back.

I said, “Sure, open the door.”

I held the robe open long enough to flash her as she opened the door while I closed the robe. I noticed her eyes were at my waist level when she opened the door.

It is a short robe, and I turned to look for my slippers as I belted it, then bent to retrieve one from under the bed, knowing full well that my balls were dangling and exposed when I bent way over.

When I faced her, tucking my cock under the belt and straightening the robe I said I was sorry I forgot she was there, and promised to try to remember better.

“Did you enjoy what you learned last night, Pru?”

She blushed crimson and nodded, her eyes downcast.

“Well, then, you just stay there and I will be back in a few seconds.”

I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. It was tough lowering the head of steam enough to have my morning piss, but I managed. Then I washed the whole groin area, under my foreskin, and dried myself before returning to my bedroom.

Pru was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at the pile of discarded clothing from yesterday. My cock began again to feel turgid as it thickened and began to rise again. I opened my robe so she could see it rise, and was gratified as her eyes slid sideways to look at it.

“Pick up my under shorts, Pru.”

When she did, I told her, “Now smell them and rub them over your face.”

I went and sat on my chair and beckoned her over. Spreading my knees wide, I motioned her between them and sat back at the edge of the seat so my balls dangled.

She approached, her eyes wide, and ended standing between my wide open knees, the shorts from yesterday balled under her nose.

I told her to kneel. I could see her shaking a bit, her eyes wide in – alarm?

“Pru did you like the taste of me?”

“Yes.”

Her head dropped down as she hid her face from me.

“I didn’t think I ever would when Gwen talked about it, but it isn’t gross. Its kind of salty and musky.”

“Ok, now to continue, I am going to teach you how to pleasure me a different way for the mornings. Kneel down between my legs.”

As she knelt, I reached out to caress her face and neck. She almost flinched.

I knew she was body shy and really nervous about the intimacy of seeing me naked like this.

“Ok, now smell my crotch all over, taking care to see if there is a difference between how I smell under my balls and along the cock, what does my pubic hair smell like, and peel the foreskin back to smell my cock head.”

I leaned back spreading wide as her head moved all around my groin, smelling me. Her curly hair slid all over the shaft of my cock as it became even stiffer.

I told her to stand and sit on my lap facing me. As she settled, I told her to lift the gown to her back so her bare thighs were on mine, and slid her forward on me. I could imagine her slit now inches from contact with my cock, and knew she was aware of it too.

“Do you feel nervous now, Pru? Like you are going to touch me with your slit?”

I slid my hands up her torso at the sides, and felt her quiver. She was warm to the touch. “Imagine what we look like from below. Now what I want you to do is slide forward until just your hair touches my cock, and slide it all over the length of it, then sit farther up on me and slide down off me, bending my cock down as you go, making it slide in your crack.”

With her long legs straddled, I leaned back as Pru followed my instructions, her face grave with concentration as she rubbed her crisp pubic hair on my cock, then she slid her mons down me.

My cock penetrated deep in her now humid valley and I felt the slick groove spreading its hot oil on my foreskin as my cock bent back from the pressure of her sliding body.

Pru ended up kneeling again between my knees, looking at my cock. “OK now Pru, feel your lubrication over the top part and spread it around so the whole shaft is covered. It is your own sex readiness you will feel, your own taste on me.”

I told her how to take it in her mouth and swirl her tongue around under the foreskin while sucking inward to keep it from folding back.

She teased me by letting her teeth slide gently on my cock head then strained the delicate foreskin through her teeth as she backed her head away.

I knew this girl would become a genius at head giving, because I never told her that move.

“All right Pru, you can stop this now, unless you want to swallow a bit of pre breakfast protein.”

Pru kept right on straining my foreskin through her teeth and swirling her tongue under it around my cock head, so I allowed the sensations to build rapidly and soon blew a load for her to suck. She vacuumed it up and licked me clean with relish, then sat back on her heels to look me over as my cock subsided.

“I like it when it is big and hard. It feels like there is a bone under the skin. But I also love to see it when it is smaller, sort of flopping over your balls,” she said.

“It looks cute.”

She laughed and the skin around her eyes wrinkled. “Can I feel it when it is soft like that?”

“Sure.”

Pru slid her hand under my balls and hefted the sack, while stirring the cock on top with a finger. Suddenly she bent forward and kissed it. “Pru, do you feel shy when I look at you and imagine you naked?”

Prue’s eyes looked down, “Yes.”

“I want you to go in to your room and select your bra and panties for today. I want you to pick one of your new sets and bring them back here in your hand.”

As Pru scurried to her room, I picked up my laundry and slipped on some fresh basketball shorts and a loose tee shirt.

Pru slid back through the door wearing her belted up housecoat, carrying a soft pink clump of cloth.

“OK, Pru, show me the set you chose.”

As she raised up the bra in one hand, and the panties in the other, I took the panties from her.

“Boy shorts. I like the look of them.”

I spread them so the lace trim was highlighted, and spread the crotch flat over my hand. I noticed they had wide legs and no elastic at all.

“Slip them on, and pull them almost all the way up, Pru.”

I sat back in my chair and watched as she stepped in to the thin, almost sheer panties, her long slim feet rising one at a time to enter the openings.

Her hips squirmed in a fetching dance as she turned modestly away and raised them under her belted robe.

“OK, now face me and spread the robe and let me take a look, I will help you fit them properly.”

Pru blushed, but reached down to open the robe so I could see the panties covering her groin.

“Pull the robe behind you so I can see the whole front, Pru.”

As Pru spread her robe back, I could see her panties. Her knees were pressed tightly together.

But her hips were wide. A gap showed leading up her thighs growing from knee to groin with easy room for a hand to probe at the top.

“And spread your feet about a foot apart. I need room to work.”

As she spread, I beckoned her closer and reached to touch the panties. She flinched and trembled. I looked up at her face as I slid my palms around her back and caressed the firm muscular cheeks of her behind.

I squeezed them together and pulled her hips a bit toward me.

“You will have to do this every morning and bring the results to me for my approval, little girl. I will set your panties properly for you to wear.” I looked at the join of her legs.

The front panel made a stark contrast with her dark curls showing through. And at the leg openings the profusion of dark curls was visible on each side of her crotch as it swung slightly below her slit.

I lifted the waist band until the cloth came in to contact with her hair, then ran both index fingers under the crotch to divide her hairs from each side of her slit.

It was easy because the leg openings pouted forward, leaving an airy gap between cloth and leg. The delicate tracery of embroidery made the whole presentation very sexy. Her hair was dense and crisp. The cloth was silky smooth.

I told her to raise the front part of the waist a bit more, and tucked the cloth in to her long slit as she pulled the cloth up. Her groin flinched back from my probing finger.

Sitting back, I examined the appearance of the cloth outlining and dividing her slit. Then I pulled some of her hair from beneath to spill out on each side as I smoothed the rest of the panties up. I reached between her legs to make sure the slit fold followed the crease of her behind to the waist.

The fold was becoming a bit damp.

“I feel you getting damp, Pru. Whenever I tell you to, you will show me your panties for me to see if you have been excited. Now turn around and bend over, place your feet a yard apart, and put your hands on the floor.”

As she did so, I knelt down from my chair and smelled her crotch thoroughly, deep in her panty covered slit.

“This is how you will present yourself for me to check if you are excited.”

“Now for your bra, Pru.”

Pru picked the bra up and handed it over her shoulder to me, still facing away with her legs spread. I told her to drop the robe off her shoulders and slide her arms in to the straps. “Lots of girls do up the strap hooks in front and then slide it around to pick up the straps, Pru, but you will do it my way. Place the cups over your breasts and ask me to adjust you and hook you up.”

As Pru fiddled with the straps and placed the cups over her breasts, I looked at the nape of her neck, and the tiny wisps of hair curling there. So kissable. I could barely restrain myself.

“Ok, Pru, raise your arms and ask me to finish hooking your bra.”

As her arms raised I stepped close to her back and smoothed the straps up from the back band to her shoulders, then reached around her to straighten them to the tops of the cups.

“Pru, you have to actually say the words.”

My breath was on her nape and I could see goose bumps rising as I stirred the hairs with my breathing.

“Now, say it.”

“Unca Bob, pplease fit me. Fit my bbra?”

Her voice trembled as she felt me close behind her, my risen cock again pressing at her rump. I smoothed the strap slowly under her cups and made sure they cuddled their load properly.

I looked over her shoulder as I made sure her nipples were tucked properly in and the shoulder straps lead without twisting up and around her back and shoulders.

When I was finished, I cupped each breast briefly to make sure it settled properly and had good contact and support. Then I turned her, protesting weakly to inspect the result.

“Keep your arms up, Pru.”

I looked at the engorged tips, dark under the thin fabric. Tugging a bit on the tops of the cups, I watched as the firm ovoids jiggled from my manipulations. I lifted the straps a bit and dropped them to watch the breasts sag and become controlled by their harness.

“I can see you get a bit excited from this, Pru.”

I brushed the backs of my fingers over her nipples, standing stiff and slightly to the side in their cups. Is it just that you like the feeling of your body being handled by a man, or is it that it is me in particular?”

I watched her blush and mumble “It’s you.” before racing to her side of the bathroom and through the door.

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At breakfast Gwen announced she had decided that tonight was the night, and that she and Pru would want me to be available from five onward, and not to be too energetic during the day. No workouts in the basement gym. Then she told Pru she had a few things to buy, and Pru had to come along to do some shopping too.

So I spent the day wondering, and speculating about what the shopping for a ‘few things’ might include.

When the young women went out the door, I turned to work and began my usual day. But it was useless. I kept drifting back to what might happen tonight, and what I might want to do if I had the chance.

I wanted to talk with Gwen about her masturbating practices, and see if Pru became embarrassed. I wondered if Pru did the same sort of thing as Gwen. I would try to steer the conversation around to that. And see if I could get Pru to do a bit of sex preparation on Gwen. I wanted to persuade the reticent Pru to reveal how she masturbates and what she imagines when she does. Maybe her need for lessons from Gwen.

I wanted to exploit her shyness about being looked at intimately, and strip her bare in front of both of us. I wanted to see her react to being fondled intimately by Gwen, then me. Mostly I wanted to induce her to want to be Gwen’s assistant in being deflowered.

I would try to get her to taste the virgin Gwen’s vagina.

Naturally the girls came back late. But they had a load of Chinese food as well as some bags of shopping results.

So the first thing we did was set the table and spread the containers around so we could feast before it cooled.

I am pragmatic about eating Asian cuisine. I do it the way the Chinese do. They use chopsticks, and forks and spoons. Depending on what they were eating, and the same for me. I speared a spring roll near one end with my fork and dipped the other end in sauce.

“Try it this way, Pru. It looks a bit suggestive, but it is easier.” I licked the sauce off the tubular shaft before snipping the end off with my teeth.

Pru looked at the fat rough cylinder and blushed as I dipped it again. Then she followed suit. A real trouper.

The spring rolls set the tone for the meal, and suggestive words followed about the various dishes, and the oyster sauce that was plentiful. So I began to ask probing questions.

“Gwen, darling, I have been a good boy all day, thinking about you, and refraining from taking matters in to my own hand.”

Gwen looked up while slurping some noodles. “And I wonder if you have been also refraining from self pleasure through the day.”

As the noodles disappeared between her luscious lips, I continued,

“And I spent some time wondering how old you were when you first started masturbating, and what you do for yourself when you feel a need for release.”

“Well, Unca, there are some things a girl doesn’t tell. And one of them is how young I was when I began that ‘perverted practice’ as the nuns used to call it. Not that I ever mentioned it in confession either.

That gross old pig of a priest kept asking me in a sort of hinting kind of way, never actually saying the word, but I always played dumb and innocent.” She giggled. “But its safe to assume I have lots of practice. How about you, Pru?”

“Bless that girl,” thought I as we turned to Pru.

“Um. Um, I don’t do that sort of thing much at all. Daddy always said it was evil. The first time he caught me doing stuff like that he spanked me on the bare bum, and inside too.

He made me spread – myself – down there, for the spanking. It hurt, and I got wet there for a long time after.

I had to rub it later when I was alone to make it feel better. And he would check me to see after that if I was – doing it. He would suddenly open my door to check on me when he thought I might be dressing too. It was awful!”

“Pru, Auntie Gwen gonna show you what to do later. I am sure Unca Bob won’t object. It is healthy exercise for the parts, and the more you do it the better you enjoy the real thing. One thing to avoid is machinery. Too many vibrations can damage the nerve endings, and lower your ability to feel.

‘But right now we gotta clean up this mess and get downstairs with our stuff. Girl, I got things for you to do.” Gwen beckoned Pru closer.

‘Unca Stud – er Bob, you just relax, an’ we girls will handle everything. What this cowgirl likes is to be in charge. You just go on down to the exercise room and do a few stretching exercises.”

As I went down to the basement, I imagined Pru over my lap, her lips wide and wet between her fingers as I peered down from above.

I just knew I had to get her to that stage, willingly offering herself to my hand for correction. I wondered if she had a large clit.

In moments, I was thickening and lengthening as I went through my usual warming up kata. Thinking also of the tight hot reception my cock was going to get later on.

Then the girls clattered down the stairs, giggling between themselves. Pru and Gwen put a series of bags on the training table beside the workout bench and turned to look me over.

“OK Pru, let’s get started. You do the honors on Unca B. Strip all that old stuff off him and put this on him.” Gwen pulled a pair of bright yellow silky nylon basketball shorts out of one of the bags as Pru came over to me.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled my shirt up over my head, looking in my eyes as she stood in front of me. Her scent was light and floral, I could not decide if it was shampoo or perfume.

Then she knelt in front of me and placed her fingers inside my shorts waistband and began to slide them down. I wondered what her reaction would be when she found out they were all I was wearing.

The band slid down the thick rising length of my cock as she kept her eyes focused on what she was doing. She slid her hands around to the rear and pulled the waistband down over my ass cheeks and allowed her fingers to trail softly in the slightly furry crack of my ass, then down the backs of my thighs.

My cock swung out a bit as it was released and slid softly across her cheek as I twisted my hips and leaned slightly back from my shoulders to project my hips forward. I watched down at Pru as she surreptitiously inhaled the male musk coming from my pubic hair.

Gwen handed her the new shorts and I stepped from the old to the new, taking the opportunity to press my cock again to Pru’s cheek, and even drag the rising tip across her upper lip and nose as I hopped a bit and squirmed as the cool slithery fabric rose up my legs.

“Ok Pru, enough fooling around there, let me check the fit.” Gwen came over and began to slide her hands all over the very loose fitting shorts.

She ordered me to spread wide as she ran her hands all over my ass. “Come on, Pru. Feel him through the fabric. It is so cool. Bend over and touch the floor, Unca B.”

As I touched the floor I could feel the four hands sliding all over the shorts, groping my balls and outlining my cock as it became more fully erect.

“OK Unca B., stand up and reach for the ceiling.” As I stayed straddled, and stretched up, my cock now tented the shorts way to the front, and the sliding of hands all over the slippery cloth began again.

Gwen sat on the weight bench and slid a hand up the leg of the shorts as her tiny other hand gripped my ass cheek. She explored my balls as Pru’s hand gripped my cock over the fabric and began to slide up and down, squeezing harder and harder.

“Tough to get a grip on things through this slick material, Gwen.”

“Yeah Pru, but let’s not get carried away. I got plans for that whole package, now that it is in a nicer looking wrapping. On to stage two. Unca B, you just stay still, and no playing with yourself.”

Gwen opened the next bag and out tumbled a pair of scissors, a razor, a shaving brush, and a can of shaving cream, along with some lotion and a couple of towels.

“I want to be clean shaven and easy to see when I get on for the first ride of a lifetime.” And then Gwen pulled out another package.

A small video camera and tripod that she handed to Pru.

“I want us to be recorded for our posteriors, or is it I want to record our posteriors for us?” She grinned.

“Pru, you are the camerawoman.”

“Unca B, you are the barber.”

I sat and waited on the end of the bench as Pru set up the camera, and sorted through the shaving gear.

“Gwen, I will have to remove your shorts after the camera rolls. So get over here and stand in front of me, while I place one of the towels on the table.”

I looked in to Gwen’s eyes as she stood before me, boldly looking me over as well. As I slid my gaze down her torso I saw her nipples crinkled under her top, and her slim belly pulsing below it between her top and her short skirt.

As Pru finished setting the camera up, I said to her that she should keep it in wide angle showing all of Gwen unless I told her to focus in tight.

I told Gwen to face the camera and place her hands under her hair at the back of her neck with her elbows out as we started the process.

With the red eye of the camera watching, I first took the hairbrush and brushed Gwen’s hair back from her brow and over her laced fingers at the back of her neck. I made several strokes, watching the hair flow from the brush to lie lightly back, telling Gwen to grasp it in her fingers. When it was smooth and tight back from her face, I put the brush down and took up the large scissors.

“Be still.”

I cut the sides of her top down from arm pit through the hem on both sides. The fabric hung loose, showing the bra band which I also cut on both sides, leaving a ruin of cloth under the top. I took up the brush again and brushed out her arm pit hair to fluff it out, then leaned in to smell her scent. I called Pru to come too and smell Gwen.

Her eyes closed, Gwen smiled a secret smile as we sniffed her, and when I kissed her lips she responded hotly. I told Pru to do the same, and as she hesitantly placed her lips on Gwen’s I saw Gwen kiss her hotly as well.

“OK Pru, go back to the camera and bring the focus in to her breasts after I reveal them.”

As Pru got ready to shift focus, I reached under and snipped the bra shoulder straps and watched as the ruined garment fell slithering to the floor.

Then I snipped straight up the back of the top and cut finally through at the neck, holding the fabric behind the cut until I could let it all fall in a single swoop.

Her nipples were distended. I laid the cool metal of the scissors along them and Gwen thrust her chest out and quietly hissed.

With my other hand I pinched her teats firmly, sliding my fingers off to stiffen her points. I used my nails to scratch the surface. Gwen growled deep in her throat as I tightened up her nipples.

“OK now focus on the hair cutting.”

Standing behind her, I sniffed again in her pits and smelled a more pungent musk as her body had warmed to my attention. With tiny short snips, holding tiny clumps at a time I cut the hair in her armpits, and it drifted slowly down, some clinging to her skin, until she had a short stubble on both sides.

Spreading the foam on both sides, I quickly shaved her clean, back and forth, up and down. When she was smooth I wiped the area with a towel, then brought up the bottle of astringent. Splashing a liberal amount on each hand, I applied it to each armpit, and out over her breasts, massaging it in as she hissed with pleasure.

“Ok Pru, now pull back a bit and show her from shoulder to knee as I reveal the rest of her.”

As Pru adjusted the camera, I turned and picked up the scissors again. Then with the camera rolling, I reached under the skirt to make sure the panties were tucked in her groove, a nice camel toe is always good to see. It is also nice to watch a girl get rummaged under her skirt on camera. As a sort of preliminary tease, I lifted the skirt to view the panties.

“Gwen, honey, spread just a bit more please.”

As she slid her legs wider, I ran my hands up and down her inner thighs. Then I used the scissors to cut the skirt very short, definitely revealing the bottoms of her panties before stopping to look her over again.

She looked really cute with the skirt revealing the panties at her groin. So I told her to turn slowly around and face away from the camera before spreading again and bending way over.

“Now Pru, tighten up the focus a bit so her rear to knee fills the lens.”

I could see Pru was getting quite red in the cheeks as she concentrated on shooting her friend getting completely stripped.

I flipped the skirt up over Gwen’s back, revealing the open legs and panties covering her hairy pussy. Taking the scissors, I cut all the way up the skirt and through the waist band, letting it drop to the floor, and there was Gwen, bent over, spread legged, showing her dense hair at the sides of her panties, and her slit dampening the crotch.

“Pru, tighten the camera in place and come over here. Make sure it shows Gwen’s legs and rear.”

I sat on the end of the bench and ran my hand up Gwen’s legs to her core, smoothing the thin fabric of her panties to her cunt. OK, Pru, do what I am doing, feel the little curly hairs on her legs. See how they catch the light.

I watched Pru as her hands, trembling a bit followed mine up the backs of Gwen’s thighs, curving in to her inner sides. The skin was soft as butter, the legs trembling slightly to the effort of remaining still. I watched Pru’s face as she gravely felt her closest friend’s inner thighs.

“Did you ever think you wanted to do this to Gwen, Pru? How does she feel?”

Pru just blushed beet red.

“I love to feel the skin of a woman, Pru. One that presents herself to be felt.”

Pru looked at me.

“Slide your hands up over her panties now Pru.”

Naturally, Pru began to feel over Gwen’s wide hips and her soft ass cheeks.

“Yes, yes, Pru, but remember this morning when I fitted your panties for you?”

Pru mumbled something, head averted as she caressed Gwen’s rear cheeks more.

“Pru, darling. Make sure the panties tuck well in her groove.”

Pru looked back at me alarmed.

“Yes, Pru. Do it the way I did it to you.”

I reached over and took one of Pru’s hands and cupped her fingers in under Gwen’s crotch to cup her puss. Lifting a bit, I had Pru spread her fingers on each side of the pouch and slide back to the rear and up.

“Like that. Do it a couple more times. Now stop when your hand is right in the center where the whole area seems to flatten out. See the damp patch?”

Pru nodded. “So you take one finger and slide it along her middle from there to the front, and see if you can get it to stick to her inner slit.”

Pru placed one hand on Gwen’s rump and slid the other along the groove, up to the front. Slowly wiggling it a bit as the cloth began to darken more and remain tucked in the groove.

“OK, Pru. One last thing before gong back to the camera. Remember what I did to you when I fitted your panties? Check out what Gwen smells like now.”

Pru looked back at me, rebellion in her face.

“Now. Pru. You want to, I can tell. Kneel and do it.”

Gwen said, “Please sniff me Prudie. This is sooo sexy, I feel like such a slut.” She rose on tip toes and dipped her back, offering her open spread crotch to her friend.

So Pru slipped gracefully to her knees and pressed her nose forward to touch the crotch band lightly. She sniffed.

I said, “Hold it there!” I reached forward and pressed Pru more firmly in to the damp crotch. “Give her a real smelling. She wants it from you. I want to see you doing it with feeling.”

Pru slid her cheek up the warm damp middle strip and sniffed her nose down the damp cloth with more fervor. Gwen sighed, “Oooh, that’s the way Pru. I love it.

“Ok Pru, now back to the camera for the reveal.”

As Pru scurried back to the camera I noticed her nipples were tight, poking nice points in her top.

I then took my time in getting Gwen upright and turned back to the camera, with her panties now quite damp and well tucked in to show her camel toe. Her pubic hair peeped out from the sides, and the mound of her puss rose from her flat belly in a lovely handful of a curve. I cupped her back cheeks in one hand as I pressed her hips a bit forward to the camera.

“Stay like that Gwen.”

With the camera looking directly at Gwen’s puss, I began to smooth the fabric around it. I lifted her panties front and back, sawing the fabric deeper in to the groove, checking for penetration as I did so. Gradually, more of Gwen’s dense pubic hair flowed out from the leg openings.

Her panties were so wet now, they were almost transparent at the crotch band. I reached in behind her and cut through the crotch band low, from side to side so it became loose, but still tucked neatly in her slit.

Then I cut the front as well, following the line of her pubic hair. When the crotch band was separate, I cut up through the panties to the waist from the rear and they fell away.

Except for the tiny bit of cloth tucked deep in her slit, and folding down to reveal most of her curly hair, Gwen was now nude, her body ready for the next step.

“Cut.”

I motioned Pru to shut the camera off.

“OK we have to reposition Gwen and the camera for the next bit. Pru, I want the camera high on the tripod looking down on the end of the table. Gwen, honey, stand still with your legs close together, don’t lose that cloth. I will pick you up and place you.”

As Pru placed the camera, I slid my arm behind Gwen’s knees and scooped her off the floor to place her at the edge of the table. With her bum right on the edge, I placed the chair close so she could let her feet down and remain comfortable, but her lovely bushy puss was raised prominent and in full view by the backward bend of her position. Her breasts slid slightly to the side under their own weight, nipples still stiff from arousal.

I helped Pru position and focus so the camera view satisfied what I was planning for next, because I needed Pru to help.

I told Pru to come around to Gwen’s feet and wait for my instructions as I headed for Gwen’s head.

“All right Pru, grab Gwen’s legs and lift them straight up over to hand them to me. Now stand a bit to the side so the camera can see all of Gwen.”

I slowly pulled Gwen’s legs higher and back towards her shoulders, then wider and wider, until Gwen was spread open like a flower, the tiny scrap of cloth still tucked in to the slit in the forest if curly blond hair.

“Now, Pru. Peel that bit of panty crotch slowly down from the top. Let us see what it was covering.”

The engorged and wet lips followed the slow peeling and remained open, pink and risen for display. Gwen’s delicate inner lips were rigid thin walls of passion framing her tight virgin hole. At the top where they joined was an almost white button protruding from her long clitoral hood.

“Pru honey, slide your finger lightly along the thin red lips and ask Gwen how it feels.”

As Pru delicately focused on the task, using her long index finger, I spread Gwen even more firmly to the bench, to present her open cunt to the investigation.

“Oooh Pru. That feels soo good. Do it again, slowly. Please, slowly. Tease me.”

Pru smiled a secret smile and traced the lips again, gaining more confidence. I could see the clit rising even more, and told Pru to stop and take a look at the clit. Pru looked up puzzled.

“Clit. Let me show you.”

I went to the other end and handed Gwen’s ankles to Pru so I could demonstrate.

“See here Pru? This little bit, the pale pink one sticking out from her folds at the top? Pru nodded as I pressed each side of Gwen’s upper lips strongly apart. That is her clitoris. It is very sensitive, and usually too sensitive to touch directly except with maybe something really slick, and smooth. Like a tongue. Or a lubricated cock.”

I pressed more on both sides, wiggling the little clit in it’s bed of flesh. Ask Gwen how this feels, Pru.

“Gwen? Pru asked.

“OOOOh heavenly, Unca, don’t stop. It feels soo good.”

“Gwen, do you want it licked a bit before your shave?”

“OOOh yes.”

“Say please.”

“Please please, don’t torture me.”

I took Gwen’s ankles and spread her very wide, a bit rough, and tight to the table.

“Do you like being opened like this?”

“Ooh yes, Unca. Spread me wide like that.”

“Do you want a good licking?”

“Yes. Yes.. Ooh yes.”

“Say please.”

“Yes. Please please, Unca.”

“I can’t. I’m busy. You’ll have to ask Pru.”

Pru gasped, her eyes hypnotized by the pink open lips drooling wetness down the hairy crack to the puckered brown rose at the bottom.

“Pru? Pru please. Please lick me. Just this once. Please? I am sooo horny.”

Pru looked at me startled, like a deer in the headlights, frozen. I looked deep in to her wide eyes.

“Do it. I know you are turned on. I know you want to. We both love you. Do it.”

Pru looked at me for the longest time, then bent her graceful neck and placed her tongue tentively on the open slit. Gwen squirmed her open cunt up to the tongue.

“Lick from bottom to top. Keep your tongue flat, be soft.”

Pru did another lick, her lovely brown hair caressing the open thighs as she licked again slowly up the slit.

“Now put your wet lips around that little nub and suck softly, softly.”

As Pru sucked on the little morsel, Gwen writhed and finally reached her hands down to pull Pru tight to her crotch. She shoved Pru tightly against her lips and began desperately scrubbing Pru’s nose in her hair near her clit.

I left Gwen’s legs high in the air as I bent to lick her nipples and took one in my teeth, biting lightly as I twisted the other.

Suddenly Gwen stiffened and gasped as she shuddered and rolled to her side, weakly waving us off. Tremors of aftershock rushed through her tiny body.

Time for a rest and a shave, I thought. And Pru is coming along nicely.