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Unca B Teaches Ch. 01

By: Mark2



Please vote and comment folks, because I need the feedback to make the next chapters most appealing to you readers. If there is enough satisfaction, I will continue with chapters 2, 3, 4 and so on. No votes -- I get bummed out and do other things.

Please note that these stories, are fantasy only and are not intended to urge any activity in the real world resembling what goes on in these pages. The story starts a bit slow, but I want to keep the various elements separate before getting in to the complicated scenes. Here goes:

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My name is Bob, but my niece calls me Unca B, and so does her friend Pru across the street. That's all I have been called by them for eight years. It started when my niece Gwen came to live with me at age 12 after her parents died in a car wreck, and she met Pru from across the street almost right away.

Pru visited often, and Gwen needed a friendly soul when she arrived still grieving from her loss. They looked like an odd pair from the start, because Gwen is a sort of short blond cheerleader type with a fairly well developed figure. Chestnut haired Pru was always taller, angular, awkward, and thin. She also dressed in sort of Mother Hubbard shapeless dresses, wore glasses and had seemingly never cut her wavy hair.

Saturday mornings, Pru would go out with her mother to distribute religious tracts at street corners, while Gwen would go to the mall to hang with other friends. Somehow at the end of day the two girls, now young women would arrive in my yard, to sit in the double swing under the big tree and talk with me.

My work as a movie set designer often had me there, thinking about various problems in the peace and quiet of my leafy back yard. I also welcomed the visits from the two because it almost always gave me the chance to ogle Gwen and Pru as they came down the garden path to the swing. The swing being on the eastern edge of the property, gave the setting sun a chance to outline their bodies as they approached.

They were an interesting pair to watch, Gwen with her preference for being on the leading edge of modern, usually had a midriff baring top that was a bit short of hiding her well developed breasts. Her breasts, though not huge, were low on her chest and moved around charmingly when she walked downhill to the swing. I knew her bra size from reading it in the laundry room (35-C) and I knew what her pussy smelt like from occasionally smelling her soiled panties. 

I would often inspect them, and knew that she had longish more straight than curly light blond pubic hair but noticed recently there seemed to be very few panties to wash and I wondered if she was going around wearing none in the heat of the summer. Today she had on a slightly below knee length brownish skirt. It went well with her loose, short, natural colored linen top. The skirt was low on her hips and showed the lower curve of her taut belly right at her hip bones.

When I asked her to pick up the files I had put on the floor of the swing, and put them up on the seat beside me I saw down the back of her skirt and became sure she had nothing covering her pussy. I gathered all the files, and moved them to one side so I could sit opposite Gwen and her intriguing skirt, while waving Pru on to the swing. 

Backlit, Pru showed nothing like Gwen's figure through her thin yellow summer dress. She was long and lean with tiny little bumps for breasts and very long skinny legs. In fact I was pretty certain she was now over 6 feet tall, because she came to above my nose when we stood face to face. Her legs were set wide on her hips with a substantial gap showing at the top for the sun to shine through. Her panties were Industrial Size Large, white, and her bra was almost a belt. Today she wore sandals and her feet were long and bony, with straight, well formed, unpainted toes.

I kept my sunglasses on, aiming my head to the space between them where I could look at either without being detected as staring.

"What's up girls?"

My usual type of opening statement.

Gwen said, "Unca B, we need something really really bad. At least Pru does. And I want you to promise to say yes before we ask."

Pru was blushing and looking down and away across the lawn.

I took off my sunglasses, and replaced them with my regular ones while looking back and forth between them.

"This sounds pretty Life or Death, Gwen."

"Please, Unca B. And we gotta know before 6:PM."

"How many little problems does Pru have?"

They exchanged glances, and Gwen counted up on her fingers, obviously concentrating on various combinations.

"Three."

"It doesn't sound like something I would want to bind myself to, unless you were to give a similar binding promise, like -- if I say yes for Pru's three problem, you will say yes for my three problems with you?"

After 8 years of watching her develop and hiding my attraction to her sexy body, I thought it time for me to be a lot more open to expressing my attraction to what was there. I let my eyes slide down from her face to rest on her chest, roaming around the hills and vales of the loosely bound breasts. I noticed the bumps of her nipples start to rise, crisping as her face went a bit pink. But she met my gaze when it came back up.

"Unca B, it is sorta like this little thing we just, um, did now, but it's much worse for Pru at home. At least you are trustworthy and safe."

I thought for a bit, and looked at Pru.

"When was it that your parents decided to take you from school to do home schooling?"

"I was twelve."

"What was the reason, then?"

"The kids were making fun of me for being tall and skinny and ugly, and they were always calling me Prude, when it is really Prudence. And my parents did not want me to do Gym class, it was immodest according to them."

"Girls at that age can be cruel."

"Unca B, girls are cruel at all ages against people who stand out from the crowd."

"I suppose so, Gwen."

So I took a chance, thinking I knew all about what might be happening across the road: "All right girls, I will promise to say yes, as long as I don't have to do something illegal. And -- of course, if Gwen comes through on her side of the bargain."

Gwen said, "Yea! I told you he would. Go get your bag while I fill Unca B in."

As Pru hurried up the path, Gwen said to me, "You just agreed that Pru can move in and stay with us for a while."

"And you Gwen have just agreed to my rule number one. Whenever we are alone you will immediately give me a good look at what is covering your pussy, and if it is nothing, you open it so I can see it all. Now sit up straight, put your feet up on your seat at least six inches apart and hug your knees."

Gwen looked at me a long time as her face began to redden, then slowly drew her knees together and raised them towards her chest. I looked at her pink face as her heels reached the seat edge and she spread them a little on the seat. Then I lowered my eyes. At the bottom, between her slim thighs, peeked a furry patch of blond hair.

"Spread those feet wider, Gwen. And slide your bum to the edge of the seat."

As Gwen slid her thighs more open, I went to my knee before her gap.

"Now reach around and open up. Pull by those lovely blond hairs of yours."

I bent even more forward and began to sniff her crotch, smelling the aroma of aroused woman. I knew she wanted to show off her body.

"Gwen, we don't have much time here -- but do you want me to taste you?"

I could see the slick pink surfaces of her inner lips as they stood proud, and the rising bump of her clit, so I knew the truth even if she denied it.

"Y Yes," she moaned after a short delay.

I placed my tongue flat and wet on the taut skin below the base of her vulva and dragged it slowly all the way to the top, pausing to suck at the nub of her clit. Grasping both ankles I spread them really wide as I slid my tongue back down to the bottom. 

I closed her legs and helped her to her feet Hugging her to me I said, "I have wanted to do that ever since you began to really develop. But I always wanted you to feel secure in your own person. I have known you are going around without underwear for quite a while too, you know."

"Have you been peeking under my skirt?"

"No, but I have been doing your laundry for the last six years, and I notice changes in how many pairs of panties I wash a week."

"Oh."

"Later I will teach you all the ways to reveal yourself to me."

Gwen giggled. "Something I have wanted to do for the last two years, but never dared to ask."

"Let's go inside and help Pru."

As we went back up the path, I carried my batch of file folders under one arm, and used the other hand to caress the fine firm rump of Gwen as it waggled up the path, just ahead of me. She paused once and bent to pick a tiny flower, and presented her rump for my hand to delve deep between the cheeks. She pressed back to the pressure.

"I think we are going to have a whole new relationship here, Gwen."

"I'm counting on it Unca B."

We came around the front side of the house just as Pru came across the street lugging a large old fashioned suitcase without wheels. I grabbed it from her and took it up the steps, and in to the front room.

We sat in the room and discussed which room would be best for Pru. She wanted a bedroom that did not have a window facing the street. The choice got pretty simple then. There were two bedrooms facing the street, one where Gwen slept now, and another bedroom beside mine facing the garden. Those two shared a large bathroom, and the front ones had their own ensuite shower based units.

I told Pru that we each just had to remember to knock before entering our common bathroom and it would be cool. As I lugged the suitcase up the stairs, I called back to Gwen to order us all a large pizza for supper, and told Pru she could take her time unpacking and freshening up because around here the pizza guy took a good three quarters of an hour to arrive. I paused briefly in the bathroom before coming back down to Gwen.

I entered the living room to see Gwen sitting in the middle of the couch. As I approached, she leaned back and spread her heels wide to the corners of the seat and lifted her skirt to her lap.

"Is this the way?"

"Almost. If you have a blouse like that, loose in front, and there is enough time, you lift the bra and drop your breasts, raising the blouse so I can see them, then perk up your nipples.

She raised her blouse and revealed her front hooking bra, snapping it off and beginning to pull and tug on her nipples. They were dark, brown and in large pink aureolas. 

"I like to see them move, pick them up by the nipples and drop them." 

As she worked them over, twisting and pulling on them, the nipples elongated and stiffened.

She groaned quietly to herself.

"Stay doing that." I said, and went to the bar to scoop some crushed ice from the fridge in to a wide glass, and I looted the bits drawer for a glass cocktail swizzle stick. The swizzle stick had a small bulb on the end. I popped the bulb end in to the ice and approached Gwen who was watching me apprehensively, and curiously..

"You didn't put any booze in to your drink."

I placed the glass on the floor near her crotch and sat beside it.

"It's not a drink.

"But you are doing good presentation, Gwen."

I pointed down to the floor, "That stuff is going to help me explore. You may need a small gag, so wad this up and put it in your mouth, and bite on it if you think you are going to make a sound."

I handed her my cotton shorts that I had just removed, still warm from my body.

Her fingers trembled a little as she took the wad from me and she whimpered a little, smelling it, rubbing it over her cheeks and neck before stuffing it in to the mouth. 

"What are you going to do?" She mumbled through the cotton.

"Give me your hands Gwen, I lowered them to her furry patch and told her to spread her outer lips wide as I was going to trace her inner lips."

I got up again and brought over a couple of small bar towels before making myself comfortable at her wide open crotch. One I folded and slid under her right under her wide open vulva.

"Just in case you drool, my dear."

I leaned in and kissed her, hearing a little gasp, and a tiny moan as I dragged my tongue up her slit, gently mashing the inner lips. Then I took the swizzle stick and said, "Brace yourself."

Using the bulbous icy cold glass rod, I began to gently trace the inner fold between the outer lips and the thin coral colored inner ones. Her hips jerked with the first contact, and her crotch gyrated and squirmed as I traced the tender inner lips. Backing off, I watched as more and more liquid gathered in the open hollows of her cunt, and the inner lips became stiff, erect, brighter pink as I stroked with the cool rod. 

I dipped in my tongue and tasted. Tangy, fruity, salty, delicious and slick. Going back to the swizzle stick I said, "Ready again?"

This time I traced only the top of the red ridges as the other hand slid a finger deep up and down the center groove, and softly softly over the shaft of her clitoris. I avoided her hood end, and the bulb of her clit, then back down to the entry to her vagina. Just the tip of my finger entered as I swirled it around, stretching her more open.

Her legs spread wider as she eagerly offered her open cunt to my caresses, when I swizzled the stick one last time in the ice and used it to outline the little head of her clit. She thrashed around and I took the whole area in to my wide open mouth and used my tongue to even out the temperatures. Her hands groped for my head and pulled me hard up in to her groove. 

I reached up and grabbed her tight nipples, and twisted them strongly as she rode my face. 

I tasted her as she got really wet, then began to tremble and close her legs on my ears. I squeezed her nipples hard. Her body bucked and shook one last time before letting go of my head. 

When I stood, I her scent was heady and filled the room. I opened the front door to begin airing it out, and suggested she go up and shower before supper, we only had about 15 minutes, and I needed to wash up a bit too.

Unca B Teaches Ch. 02



After the pizza, we all gathered in the living room again to discuss out future together. I wanted to confirm my suspicions, and lay out some ground rules.

I sat on the couch beside my small stack of consulting work and asked the girls to sit across from me so we could all see one another. Beth had changed to a loose soft cotton top, which gave every indication that under it she was braless. Her skirt was shorter than the afternoon number, about four inches above the knee, a grey pleated number, one of what I used to call her school girl uniforms.

Pru wore another one of her seemingly endless series of Mother Hubbard's. This one was a brown and white check, with ruffles down the front. I asked Pru what was the reason for her sudden need to move out.

Pru turned pink, and whispered, it was her father.

"Did your father tell you to leave?"

Pru squirmed in her seat, and blushed brighter red. "No, he. He started touching me last year; a little brush to the hip, my ass, my boobs in passing, and now it is sort of like a full scale grope whenever he traps me alone. He keeps telling me I have to take my mom's place since she has lost interest in him. He says it is in the bible. He creeps me out."

It was as I suspected, and also I was a bit surprised by her vocabulary, it seemed pretty contemporary compared to her style.

How old are you now, Pru?  Twenty, like Gwen?"

"Actually, twenty-one last week."

Just then the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. El Creepo himself. He was looking for his wandering little girl.

I told him she was in my house, under my protection. If he wanted a free broken arm he could try coming in.

He began to bluster, so I explained what would happen if Pru stood up in church and named and shamed him for what he was doing to her.

"She is an adult, and can make all her own decisions now."

After a bit of mutual glaring, he backed down and left. I am a big man, and do not like to throw my weight around, but this time I felt good about it.

"Returning to the current problems girls, there are a couple other things you were going to ask me to say yes to?"

Gwen and Pru exchanged glances and Pru turned bright red.

Gwen said, "Let me handle Unca bob, Pru. Why don't you go up to your room and get settled in, sort out some space in the bathroom. Be ruthless. Take up at least half his space; for tomorrow we shop.

"You desperately need cosmetics, and an entirely new wardrobe. From the foundation up. I may have to get a few things myself.

"Unca Bob and I will just have a bit of a chat before going up to bed. It has been a tiring day."

As Pru walked up the stairs, Gwen's hands smoothed the skirt in her lap wider, then as Pru reached the turn in the staircase, she raised her skirt slowly, revealing white cotton panties.

"Gwen, bring those panties right over to me." I said softly.

As she approached her hips swung on ball bearings, her spine following like the original serpent of Eden. I looked at the raised skirt with the white panties under it. Her pubic mound was high and her hair puffed the panties out at her hip level, and then the panties dived in to her wide crotch where her legs left a friendly space.

I slid from the seat to the floor and leaned back against the couch, arms wide apart.

"Come closer, I want to smell them. I want to smell you"

Gwen straddled my long legs and shuffled forward to press her proud pubis up against my face.

"Close like this Unca Bob?"

"Not really Gwen. For presenting yourself to be smelled, you should turn around facing away from me and bend way over, brace your hands on my knees. Then press your crotch gently to my nose. You say, 'Please Unca, will you check my panties?'"

As Gwen positioned herself and asked me to check her panties, I ran my hands gently up her outer thighs under the skirt, right to her hips, then around to her inner thighs right at the soft hollows of the top. 

I let my fingers penetrate the hem of each leg just a bit as they explored the frontier of her cunt. I reached to the gusset and pressed the fabric firmly to her pubis, grinding it in a circular motion.

I could see a few tendrils of long blond cunt hair at the edges where the panties gaped a bit in the hollow of her groin. 

Using my finger, I traced the length of her lips, and pressed the fabric in to her groove, all the way up the back to her waist. I saw it begin to darken as the dampness flowed to her entrance. I pressed the whole area flat against her warmth, and then grasped her hips with my hands.

"Press back, dear."

I pulled her cunt back to my nose and began to snuffle up her scent. As I did so, I released each of my breaths in to the fabric, heating her center with my hot moist exhales. She began to push more and more strongly back on to my nose, swiveling her hips and whimpering in frustration every time I pushed her forward a bit to take another breath.

My cock rose as I smelled her lust, her musky scent was heady and clean. Soon I had a fat iron bar at my zip, straining for release. I reached under her top and found hanging there proof of her braless state. I squeezed the heavy breasts gently, and began to milk her nipples back towards her cunt. Using them as little handles, I tugged and stretched them down and to the rear, and Gwen began to pant as she synchronized her breast movement to the impact of her cunt on my face.

Then I stopped.

Beth moaned. "Don't stop. Please. More. Let me finish."

I said, "Beth, I think you need to be punished for trying to manipulate me."

She started to get up.

I said, "Stay where you are." I reached over to my folders and took out a ruler I had been using to draw straight lines with. It was a heavy sixteen inch wood ruler with one metal edge for inking without making a mess.

"Beth you have asked for big concessions from me, and you are behaving in a really sexy way with me right now. I think you will feel guilty unless you are punished for this behavior. Do you want to be punished so you can feel forgiven?"

Beth groaned.

"Yes, Unca."

"How many swats, Beth? If you say too little I will merely triple it, so think carefully."

I could see her thighs quiver as I ran my hands up and down, smoothing the tender inner hollows, the peaks of her ass cheeks. Reaching under, I squeezed and pulled on her hanging breasts. The damp gusset of her panties was aromatic now with fear. "T. Twenty!" Beth finally said as I swung her breasts in circles by her nipples.

"Excellent choice, Beth." I will divide them around so you don't get too marked up."

I had her grasp my ankles and move a short distance away from my face. As she did so, I spread my legs so her arms were wide apart and her head came down to the floor I leaned forward and rucked her top up over her breasts so I could see them hanging there. I pinched her nipples to perk them up.

I leaned back and began to press her panties firmly in to her crotch, I pulled the leg openings up, and pulled from her waist to tuck the cloth deep in to her groove. Using the ruler edge, I traced her groove deeply and began to make little taps on her wide spread inner thighs.

"I think I will begin here. Gwen, get ready honey, here come ten on your sweetest spots."

The first two, left and right were to the tender pouting flesh just below her groin where the inner thighs make a sort of square open space. Her legs spread slightly with each smack. I ran the ruler several times back up and down the groove to re-seat the damp cloth and give the pain time to bloom.

The next four were to the lower buttocks and deep inside the thighs in rapid succession.

"Up on tiptoe Gwen, and keep your head low."

As she raised her cunt higher I smoothed the cloth firmly over the contours of her vulva, making sure with the ruler that the cloth was deeply penetrating. I leaned forward to smell her again. Then one swift smack right to the flat spot where her lips lead to her opening. Her whole body jumped, but she stayed put. "Well done Gwen. Now brace yourself."

I aimed lower and swatted her right on the turn of the cunt, where her risen clit was hiding. Again I smacked the length of her cunt lips and followed up with the smack to her clit.

She keened and rose higher on her toes as I grasped her hips and inhaled her scent.

"OK, stand up girl, and turn around."

As Gwen turned around, I could see tears trembling on her eyelids.

"OK now sit astride my hips."

As Gwen settled her damp panties on my hips, I positioned her groove on my boner. I pressed her firmly on to it and squirmed her around until I could tell she was right on my ridge with her open damp groove. I grabbed her hips and began to slide her up and down the length of it as I waited for her tears to subside. 

"OK now, Gwen, you have to do Ride 'em Cowgirl while I swat your tits and you wave your arms high in the air."

Gwen reluctantly began to move her hips back and forth as she waved her arms high in the air. She felt good sliding on my boner, and I grabbed her left nipple, tugging on it to make it perk up. As soon as it was tight, I lifted her breast with it and swatted the soft underbelly with my ruler, then three more on each quadrant. 

I paused to re-seat her cunt squarely on my cock, and then began to pull on her right tit the same way as the left. Then I grasped her hips and helped her move up and down on my hard cock. She began to breathe in little pants and I told her there were two more to come.

"You know what to do, Gwen. Offer them up to me."

Gwen kept riding my cock with intensity as she sat up straight and lifted her arms behind her head, thrusting her breasts out, nipples engorged. Her face was red, and so was her upper chest.

I bent the ruler back and swatted first one then the other tight nipple and Gwen collapsed on my cock, shuddering uncontrollably as I massaged her cunt on to my boner.

Several minutes later, she was calm. I picked her up and kissed her nipples better before pulling her top down over her breasts. I raised my knees and asked her if she wanted to stay in my lap, or sit in a chair so we could talk.

"Oh Unca B, do you know how long I have wanted you to use me like that?"

"Since you were eighteen you said?"

"Yes."

Gwen sighed and leaned forward to hug me. I could feel the hardness of her mound's front pressing on the tip of my cock.

I pressed her back to my raised thighs, using my hands flat on her breasts, massaging her tight nipples under the cloth.

"And everything we have been doing is part of my first condition, is it Gwen?"

"Yes."

"So what is the second thing you want, the thing that seems to make Pru blush bright red?"

"Well, Unca B, as you can probably tell from her dresses, she is still a virgin at twenty one. And she wants to see you naked as the first man she has seen."

I thought about that while absently sliding my cock around in the wet valley of her panties.

"I don't see anything wrong about that. Perhaps a little 'oops' while taking a bath or something with the bathroom door unlocked, or my bedroom door open while I am asleep on my bed – naked?"

"Well, Unca B – sorta... What she really wants is a lot more. But I said you would do it for her."

"A lot more?"

I looked at my Gwen, and her face was still a bit pink.

"Well, Unca B – do you remember when I came to live with you?"

"Yes"

"I was twelve. And you were only 20."

"Yes. It was a struggle, wasn't it? I had so much to learn. And earn. You weren't cheap to raise my honey."

"And I sorta developed a crush on you almost right away, that's probably why I was so easy to control. I wanted your approval for everything."

"And Pru?"

"We have been best friends and confided in each other for the last eight years. We know all each other's nasty secrets. Pru thinks she is in love with you."

"Pru? But she is only – "

"Twenty one, and a mere seven years younger than you."

"And what does the mature Pru want more of?"

"She wants to be allowed to touch you and explore your complete naked body. But she doesn't want you to watch her doing it. She is too shy."

"So she wants me to strip and put on a blindfold?"

Gwen placed her small hands on my chest and began rubbing my nipples, while rocking her cunt on my cock again.

"Actually, Unca B, all you have to do is be there, and I will do the rest. That is if you want to do a bit of power exchange with me."

"Power exchange?"

"Yes. First I let you tell me what to do, like today. But then I get to tell you what to do. Like tomorrow night. Power Exchange."

"So tonight – is Pru really asleep, or at least in bed?"

"I think she is waiting for a signal from me."

"You go on up and say good night to Pru, and tell her if she peeks through the bathroom door from her bedroom, she might see something, if I forget to close it on her side., now help your poor old Unca B up off the floor."

When Gwen pulled me to my feet, I swept her to my arms. I loved the fact that she was almost a foot shorter than me, and had to stand on tiptoe to be kissed. I crushed her supple body to mine and raised her by cupping her perfect tight butt until the curve of her cunt was perched on my cock.

"My second condition, for you my little Gwen, is that this hard thing is going to have to soften inside you as often as I think necessary for my good health."

Gwen groaned as I said it.

"My thoughts exactly my Master. And I have been saving it just for you. I want you to be my first."

It was my turn to groan softly. I kissed her lips, deep and deliciously probing her hot mouth as she responded in kind.

"Now get upstairs and prepare Pru, I gotta do some dishes and try to relax a bit before going up."

At least my hands were clean as I mounted the stairs several minutes later, and my cock was – if not limp, at least down from rigid.

My anticipation of giving a show was hardening me again, so I hurried to the bathroom to strip and chuck my clothes in to the hamper. The hamper was right by the other side door, and I carefully tossed my underwear at the crack I could see open to Pru's room.

Bull's eye. They slipped in to the opening and I sat to slip off my socks. I decided a bath would be best to relax me, and sat on the lid of the john as I contemplated tomorrow and the tub filled. I had a bit saved from my last outrageously over billed project and thought Pru could do with a complete wardrobe makeover.

Actually I had never seen Pru even close to naked or even in a one piece bathing suit, so I had no real idea what she looked like except that she was thin and tall.

And for Pru's education, I slumped back a bit and spread my legs pretty wide. Closing my eyes and shifting around as if for comfort, I managed to point my cock and balls directly at the open crack in the door. I could hear a tiny gasp.

I thought I would lay a little foundation for tomorrow.

I have a foreskin, so I began by peeling it back from the head and rolling it back over it again. I love that sensation. My foreskin stretches tight and seems to say, "there is something important coming, Pay Attention, nerves."

My cock began to fatten up and lengthen as I did this several more times. My balls which were aching from the self control earlier were beginning to swell from the building excitement.

As my cock rose to full strength, the foreskin was no longer able to hide the head, but still rumpled half way up the mushroom. I decided to give an illustration of how to play with it and began plucking on the loose end, tugging the cock head around in circles, then straight down between my legs where I released it. When the cock sprang back up, slapping my belly I caressed it some more.

I trapped it between my palms and did the fire starter trick with it while aiming it right at the door opening, seeing a gleam of wide open eye in the darkened room from under my lashes.

Then I began to pump. I was impatient for an orgasm, it had been so long, and very soon, turned on by the virgin eyes watching intently, I began to feel the tingle of approaching climax. 

Then I shuddered, ropes of white cum started to spout, and I groaned as I kept on milking, as they continued, until they finally subsided - muttering, "Pru." all the while.

OK folks, VOTE, and tell me what you want.

Other chapters from my twisted mind include shopping with Pru and Gwen for a whole new wardrobe, from underwear up, modeling it in the store, plus instructions on how to masturbate men, and suck cock. 

Also will be in separate chapters the first time for both girls. Let me know if you want a polyandrous household, what type of first time – private and intimate, or all three in a bed.



Unca B Teaches Ch. 03



Hi folks, sorry about the Gwen/Beth confusion. So much for self proofreading. I promise not to do that type of thing again, and have a enlisted a volunteer editor to help me in this. To make amends, this chapter is about twice the length of previous ones. Part of my scientific experiment to see the preferred length for stories of this genre.

For those who want more speed, I regret my slow progress, but this is very much a spare time thing for me, and I have many other projects, including another chapter on the Recording Studio,( read the first part and vote 5) and a film script in development with a director,( for money.) Guess which has the priority.

As for my intent here, it is sort of one or two pieces of twisted development in the relationships per chapter, so if you have a request for a particular taboo or fetish that can fit, write me and I will see if I can include it in a forthcoming chapter.

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

Mark2

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The next morning, Gwen called out from the hall, "OK sleepyheads, come on down for breakfast. Get a move on."

I was awake, and listening for sounds from the Pru in the bathroom. I heard the flush, and called out, "OK, but first I need the bathroom."

Knocking on the door, I heard Pru call out that it was OK to enter.

Inside, I washed up rapidly, deciding to shave later. I checked the hamper. My boxer shorts seemed to be invisible.

I decided to open Pru's side and pass through her bedroom on the way down.

Her bed was still rumpled, and there was no sign of my boxers on the floor. Now more curious, I searched. I found them under a pillow on her bed. I left them there.

"Good sign," I thought as I hurried down the stairs.

Breakfast was delicious. Pru wore a dressing gown that might well have had a label from Omar the Tent Maker. Gwen wore a tiny short top, and short shorts. 

After breakfast, I said, "Gwen, stay and talk with me a few minutes as Pru gets ready to go shopping."

As Pru went up the stairs again, Gwen came to my chair slid her arms around my neck and said, "Yes, Unca B?"

"Before you get Pru out the door I want you to measure her up for a bit of shopping I am going to do on the Net. I will expect you to get only the little list I have for her right now.

I slid my hand up the back of her shorts and roamed the smooth contours of her ass.

She spread wider to give me access to her core.

"The list is short. She is to get only medium rise or high rise boy shorts for starters. Get her matching bras, and just a touch of lace around the edges. I want them to be either a bit tight, or a bit loose on her. And keep to mostly white cotton for now. She needs skirts and blouses, no dresses. The skirts need to be no lower than two or three inches from the knee, and quite full. I want her nervous in the wind, thinking about sudden exposure. I also want a shorter skirt, above the knee, with a white blouse. Schoolgirl style. Use my card."

I handed her my credit card.

Gwen grinned wickedly. "What about short shorts, Unca B?"

"Just one pair. Not too short, and not tight, actually, a loose fit around the thighs. We are going to have to respect her sense of modesty and do change bit by bit. Try and see how close she will get to a two inch leg."

"I like the way your mind works, Unca B"

My fingers brushed up inside the leg opening and along her slit, tracing the line and pressing it in.

"And for the last thing, I am going on line and getting her some jeans custom cut. I know there is nothing on the shelf for a woman as tall as she is. You are going to measure her for fit here in front of me.

"You might as well measure her bust as well as her butt. But I want her waist, and inseam length. And when I ask for gap, give me the space between her legs right at the top. Be sure to touch her pussy a couple of times when you measure. And get the circumference of her thigh at the top."

Gwen moistened her panties and spread a bit more as I stroked the cloth softly. She leaned her hips in to me.

"Wow. She will freak, she is sooo body shy."

"Good, I like pushing buttons, so to speak."

I ran my hands lightly over her breasts, pushing gently on her nipples.

"Do you think you might be Bi?"

I slid my hands back down to cup her delicious bottom, outlining each cheek.

"I mentioned it once to Pru, in a hypothetical sort of way. She went 'eeew, gross.' But half an hour later she raised the topic again about how gross it must be, and what exactly did women do to each other. So when I said it involved kissing and more stuff, like fooling around, she seemed -- interested, but too shy to go any farther."

I pointed to the coffee table,

"Ok, go stand over there, and let me adjust this little desk photo." 

I sat at the kitchen desk and adjusted a photo frame on it so I could see Gwen reflected in it, standing beside the coffee table.

"When you measure her legs, have her stand on the table. The window will be behind her."

The rattle of her feet on the stairs heralded the arrival of Pru. I told her the dress; though nice would be a hindrance in the trying rooms if she also had a slip under it.

Pru said, "OK, give me a minute."

When Pru was finally back, I told her about the jeans, and needing to measure her for fit. She looked a bit nervous. To relax her I asked her to stand barefoot with her back to the wall at the kitchen entry. I approached her with a pencil and told her to stand straight against the wall, barefoot, while I made a mark using the pencil touching the crown of her head. 

Her hair was soft and smelled flowery from her shampoo. I looked at her eyes. She had golden flecks of color in the green irises. She looked up at me and smiled tremulously. Gwen announced the pencil mark to floor distance as five feet twelve and a quarter.

Pru giggled. "I always mumble my height because it sounds so odd for a girl to say six feet something. I like being five -- twelve and a bit. I think I'll remember to say it like that from now on." She ducked away from under my gaze.

Gwen bossed Pru over to the coffee table and told her to stand on it, still barefoot, and turned her so she was facing me.

She said, "Unca keep your eyes on the desk in front of you, I don't want to embarrass Pru more than necessary with this."

With Pru side on to her, she first measured her bust, under the breasts, then at the tips. She spent quite a bit of time trying to keep the tape from falling while keeping it on her nipples. Finally they began to rise and Gwen called out the measurement.

Then she started to measure her waist, calling out the figures to me over her shoulder.

Then she slid the tape down to measure the full part of Pru's hips, leaning to the front and sliding her hands behind to make sure the tape was at the highest point of her buttocks. I could see her caressing the rise of the buttocks as she positioned the tape. When she brought the tape together at the front, her hands were at the center of Pru's groin, pressing slightly at her.

She called the numbers again, as I watched Pru flinch slightly inward at the almost imperceptible contact at her pussy.

I called, "OK now, leg length, groin to the bottom of the heel, thigh measurement, and gap, please."

Gwen said, "OK Pru, stand heels an inch or two apart and don't move." Gwen dived under the dress to her rear with the tape as Pru gasped. 

"OK Unca, write this down -- length: thirty seven. Pru jumped a bit. Pru, spread your legs a bit more please. Again just a bit more."

I watched as Pru brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a gasp as she inched her legs wider apart. They showed nicely against the window, slim and shapely. Hands fumbled a shadow dance at the join.

"Gap is three, Unca."

Pru jumped a bit as Gwen called out the gap measure, then again as I could see Gwen measuring at the top of her legs. 

Gwen called out the thigh measure as she backed out from under, giving a sort of flip to the dress as she stood up, revealing what I was almost certain were my own boxer shorts on Pru.

I turned and told Pru, "let the shopping begin. Though perhaps a half slip would be a good idea since the dress is a bit light."

Pru gasped as she realized she was highlighted between me and the window, and sped back up the stairs.

"So, Gwen, did I see my own boxers just now?"

Gwen walked over to stand beside me again, pushing her pubis forward as she straddled her legs apart.

"I can't be sure, Unca B since I never saw those particular ones on you, but -- yes they are boxers."

"Hmmm. Any interest in the three of us having a variety of combinations, relating to -- boxers and what is in them?" 

"Mmm. Let me think about that."

The rattle of Pru coming back down the stairs brought my fingers out from under the front of her shorts, and Gwen over to the door, waving my plastic card.

When the door closed, I went to my little office and switched on the computer, smelling my fingers.

As the computer booted, I thought about my boxers and where they were. I went on line to do my shopping, thinking sensual thoughts of, a dirty blond (me), a blond, and a dark haired beauty.

The movie industry is connected to a whole host of specialty shops and I soon found the one for me. The custom cutters were able to quote three days delivery, on two pairs of jeans. One almost normal looking pair, with chrome buttons instead of a regular zip; the other was a very snug fit, and had a zip arrangement of my own design.

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Late that afternoon when the girls arrived flushed with bags of purchases; I had them come in to the living room to show me what they had.

I had Pru stand by the coffee table while Gwen took them out to hold up against her.

I admired and commented as the tops and skirts came up one by one. Then the bras and underwear held up against Pru made her blush. I commented on the nice lacey edges and asked to see one up close.

As I held her new panties by the crotch, inspecting them closely, I said, "Pru, when you were younger, did your dad spank you when you were bad?"

"Umm, yes. Not when I was real young. He started when I was eighteen for some reason."

"Were you bad often?"

"No, I tried to be good, but sometimes he made up excuses to spank. Right up 'til last year." 

"What happened last year?"

"My mom came home early and saw him doing it. On my bare bum. She told him I was too old for spanking, it had to stop."

"Was that when he started feeling you?"

"Did he feel you when he spanked you?"

Pru squirmed and blushed.

"Yes. A little. To make the cloth smooth, he said. And to be sure I was not feeling pleasure."

"Was that embarrassing?"

"Yes."

"Did it make you wet, between your legs?"

"Sometimes. Especially when he made me spread wide to be spanked inside. Instead of on top. Of my bum. If I was really bad he would use a ruler inside. That hurt But it was the smoothing and tightening the cloth that made me wet."

"Did you feel being spanked was unfair?"

"Well, if I did something wrong, I supposed it was fair."

"Did you get spanked on your bare bum often?"

"He made me take my panties down and lay over his lap if what I did was really bad, but most of the time it was on my panties. He would lift my dress and watch as I got ready. I had to pull them up tight. He would check."

Gwen chimed in, "How many swats did you get?"

"It depended. Once it was a hundred, when he thought I was kissing a boy. But usually it was less."

"How much less?"

"Well, I found out if I pressed up against his -- bump, thingy, and wiggled at each swat; he sometimes shivered and stopped almost right away. Then he would push me off and say he was letting me off easy this time. So it was sometimes only fifteen to twenty or so."

"So, Pru; perhaps you are wondering why we are asking you all these questions about spanking?"

Pru looked at Gwen, back at me.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Pru looked in my eyes with the widest most innocent expression. The label on it said Manufactured in Eden, and it probably lead directly to the fall. Little minx. Actually -- pretty big minx.

"Well, Gwen here mentioned something to me after measuring you for your new stylish jeans that are on the way, by the way. Something about your choice of underwear? A kind of -- fashion statement in boy shorts?"

Pru turned fire engine red. "Gwen! You said you wouldn't tell!"

Gwen said, "What I said was I wouldn't tell when we got back. But unfortunately for you, I had already told before you asked me. Sorry." She shrugged unapologetically.

I told Pru to go over to the drapes and draw them closed. 

When they were closed, I said, "Hear ye hear ye, the court of private passions is now in session. The honorable Unca B presiding. Council for the defense is Pru. Prosecuting attorney is Gwen."

"What is the charge?" I looked around my imaginary courtroom.

Gwen stood up and said, holding up an imaginary scroll, "That Pru, without authorization or permission did acquire a pair of the Judge's boxer briefs and convert them to her own use as boy shorts."

"What say you, Pru to the charge?"

Pru looked wildly around, blushing; "Guilty."

"Guilty?" said I, "Surely the proper form of address is 'Guilty, Your Honor?'"

"Guilty, Your Honor."

"Although I prefer 'Guilty, Oh Supreme Master'"

"Guilty, Oh Supreme Master"

"Fine. Good. I accept the plea. The trial will now move on to the penalty phase."

"Gwen, ahem, Madam Persecutor, what do you propose?"

"Hanging and torture are out, I presume? Perhaps a spanking on the bare butt?" Gwen licked her lips and grinned at Pru with a wink.

I looked at Pru. "Arguments for lenience will be now entertained. Make them brief. We are dealing with briefs after all."

After a long pause Pru whispered, "It's not fair. I didn't know. I just wanted to wear something of yours, to feel close to you. And they wouldn't show. If they were under my dress. My father said panties hid my shame, and only made me remove them when I did something he said I aught to be ashamed of, before he spanked me. So please don't make me take them off."

"You, Pru will raise your own dress and approach the bench."

I sat on the edge of the coffee table to watch Pru being readied. She stood before me and raised her dress and slip just barely to her waist. 

"Higher with that dress, Pru," I said.

Pru lifted more; baring her belly as the dress rose and her hands were high in the air.

"Spread wider Pru."

I used my feet to press her legs wider apart.

I said, "I now appoint myself executioner." Pointing to Gwen, "Bailiff, prepare the prisoner. Pull those shorts right up tight."

Gwen slid her hands all around the shorts. She smoothed them across Pru's belly and down deep under her crotch. then she reached behind to the waist band pulling them up and tight in to Pru's crack. The gap in the fly opened slightly and showed a mass of rich dark curls.

I looked at Pru's lower belly, and at the line of fine down descending from navel to under the waist line of the shorts.

"Let the prisoner be placed upon the lap." 

Pru settled herself across my thighs and squirmed close to my torso, seeking perhaps the rising tower of my cock to press against. Alas for her, I have self control. As I ran my hand all over the back of her thighs and bottom, I remarked to Gwen that she seemed resilient. I suggested she try the feel as well. Pru whimpered. I had her spread her thighs apart, telling her it was so I could distribute the blows better, that I might go up between.

As I slid my hands up her wide spread thighs, I remarked to Gwen that if they had been panties, all the inner thighs would be viewable, so I aught to be able in fairness to touch them. So I slid my hands under the shorts and all the way up to the top. There was a light fluff of hair on the inner thighs close to the top, and Pru gasped as my fingers rose. As I kneaded the flesh of her thighs, I could detect the distinctive odor of aroused woman begin to fill the air. I could see a slight dampness also darkening the deeply penetrating cloth in her crack.

"I think she is ready, time to position her exactly. Gwen" 

Her lower legs spread angularly open along the floor, spreading wide.

With Gwen helping slide her hips around on my knee, and me peering and reaching between her legs, I finally had Pru on the end of my right knee, with the high mound of her mons pressing on it. Her rib cage pressed warm against my waist.

I felt up the crack and commented, "I think she is getting a bit damp. Want to check?"

Gwen slid her hand up to the top of the crack and withdrew, smelling her fingers, "Yes Unca B, definitely damp." 

I gave her my first swat. The sound was rich. I also gave a little bump up with my knee, and Gwen gave her hips a bit of a twist and support to keep her mound on the point of my knee. I paused to rub it in, sliding my hand all over Pru's rear. 

"I think to be fair, Gwen, we will call it only twenty swats. After all she did not know the rules around here."

So I continued to give Pru a leisurely nineteen more, thoroughly feeling her rear and deep down the crevasse of her cunt with each blow. I covered each firm cheek and the upper parts of her inner thighs. I noticed the cloth getting wetter and wetter as I worked her over. I waited until she was settled again with her mons on my knee for each swat.

When her twenty was over I told Pru to stand up again and face me.

"Lift your dress again, Pru, I am going to take my shorts back." I crooked my finger at her to have her approach closer within my reach. 

With the dress and slip gathered up to her waist, she stood in front of me as I took my own sweet time lowering the boxers, turning them inside out as I lowered them. I looked at her face as I lowered them and saw her close her eyes as the waist band approached her curly pubic hair.

Farther down, I could see the damp outline of her lips as they peeled slowly from the cloth. I reached in to her humid valley to free the cloth gently. The back of my hand brushed lightly on the springy curls, and I let my finger drag along her distended lower lips. At last I lowered them to her feet, she stepped free, lowering her dress again, and blushing.

I had her sit in front of me on the coffee table.

"There, you are forgiven your little sin. 

Gwen told me you have a secret wish number two. I have thought it over and have agreed. Though I wonder why.

That is if you can answer me some questions before we start."

Pru blushed again and nodded looking at my eyes.

"Why me?" I asked.

"I was younger when I was visiting Gwen and we were talking when you walked by and offered us a coke. From the fridge. It was a hot day. And it just sort of suddenly came in to my mind. For when I was older."

"Just like that? Years ago? And you never said anything to me about it?"

"Yeah. Weird isn't it?"

"Hmm. And you just told Gwen today?

"No. I told her right after I had that revelation."

"What did she say?"

"She said it was a cool idea. She wondered if she could wait long enough herself, she was always talking about how horny she would get looking at some guy, or you."

"And now it sort of all comes out in the open."

I raised the damp boxers to my nose and inhaled, looking at Pru as I did so. She blushed crimson and started to rise.

"No, Pru! Back! Sit! This is to say to you, I love your scent; there is no shame in wanting to know sort of gross things about a person. I like your intimate smell, the smell of your cunt. Yes, cunt. I know from this scent you would taste as good if I licked you there. This is not your shame, or mine. It is what we as original humans are.

Gwen said, "OK Unca B, I am in charge now. Go up to the bathroom, take a long hot soak and get cleaned up, when you come back down be sure you are not wearing any deodorant or stuff like that. We want the real you. We girls have some work to do. 




Unca B Teaches Ch. 03



Be back here in your regular clothes in an hour. Pru, honey, c'mon over here while old Auntie Gwen asks you some questions, and gives you some orders too."

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When I came back down, the drapes were still closed, and the room was lit by candles. The dining table was in the middle of the room covered with an old quilt. There were some pillows, scarves and ties and ropes on the sofa nearby.

Since I work in my home office, I dress pretty casual. I had on a pair of clean but old y-front jockeys, a pair of loose cargo shorts, and a short sleeved shirt, silk with a wild pattern loose over the top of the shorts. I wore sandals and no socks.

Gwen said, "The prisoner will sit in this chair," pulling out a dining chair from the wall where they were ranged, having been removed from under the table. As I sat, Pru, fumbling a bit, attached some silken ties to each wrist and ankle. She attached an ankle to each of the chair front legs, leaving my hands free. She made the knots competently firm, leaving little room to play.

Gwen approached with a pair of swimming goggles; I could see they were painted over on the outside with black nail polish. As they settled on my eyes, it became very dim indeed, but I noticed a tiny pin hole in each lens allowing me to see out almost perfectly. I decided not to mention this, because although one might be co-incidence -- two was conspiracy.

Gwen said, "The prisoner will rise. Any disobedience will be punished by swats. We are the swat team." 

Pru giggled. "Swat team. Big hitters. Special Weapons And Tactics."

I stood, and was ordered to place my hands together behind my neck. When I did so, the girls approached from both sides. I could feel hands sliding over the silk shirt. It was both warm and cool on my skin. Warm under the hands, cool elsewhere. The sliding sensations were erotic, and caused my little nipples to rise.

The hands, small and large roamed over the silk, and then I felt the buttons being undone. As the openings appeared between buttons, hands penetrated to run over my skin. This was definitely more erotic than the show--and--tell I expected. My cock began to thicken.

At last the final button was free, and the girls began to ease the shirt up my torso. Gwen said, "The prisoner will now remove his shirt."

So I took my hands away from my neck and allowed the shirt to drop to the floor.

"Place the hands back where they were!"

I felt four hands now gliding over my torso. I knew which side Pru was on and could feel her sniffing in my armpit, combing through the hair with her fingers. Her hand slid over my torso fluffing the hair on my chest. She rubbed her cheek on it. 

Gwen used her lips to taste my nipples.

"The prisoner will stand quite still." 

I felt fingers at the fastening for my shorts. My butt is small, and the shorts dropped as soon as the button was off, before the zipper even got touched. And there I was naked but for the underwear. In the old pair of Y fronts with the leg hole elastic worn right out. I preferred them for hot days. And I thought they would give Pru a better show with the way I fill a pouch. I do admit I have quite a package; thick, and long, with balls to match in a low hanging bag.

"Well well, look at Mr. Tough Guy now, Pru."

Pru was blatantly staring at my pouch. She reached out to touch when Gwen suggested they make themselves comfortable. They went and each got a chair to sit right beside my hip, one at each side. My cock began to grow thicker and rise a bit.

I felt a small hand on it feeling the outline. "Do this Pru. Feel him grow."

I felt a larger hand on my thickening member and the touch accelerated the growth. 

"Can you feel his pulse? I read somewhere that you can."

Pru answered, "I'm not sure. It jerks a bit each time it rises. Would that be pulse?"

"Maybe the cloth is getting in the way; stick your hand up his leg hole."

A hand groped in from the side and slid up and around my cock, holding it gently as it grew ever harder.

"Wow, he is getting really hard, and big. Lets get him up on the table; I want to look him over where I can see him better."

I felt the fumbling at my ankles as the ties were released, and lowered my hands to begin climbing on to the table top.

"Stop! The prisoner will place his hands where they belong and wait for instructions."

"Oops, "I said, "Sorry."

"There is going to be punishment for this. Remember what I said at the beginning?"

I groaned as I remembered.

Now crawl on to the table top and lie on your face with your hands under your head, and your ankles at the edges of the table.

It is a big table and my legs were wide apart, my boner was hard beneath me, making me uncomfortable. I felt the hands grazing over my back as the girls surveyed me. I knew it was Pru who trailed a bunch of tiny kisses down my spine as she inhaled my scent. Right to my waist band. Smaller hands slid up the leg openings and felt my cheeks right to the deep crack between. They were spread for a finger to trace along and down to my anus.

The tracing finger then circled my balls.

"Have him kneel on all fours, Gwen."

"The prisoner will assume the dog position, knees six inches apart."

Thankfully, they had placed the thick quilt on the table top before starting this exercise. I assumed the position and immediately felt hands pressing the Y-fronts deep in to my butt crack. Hands grabbed both sides of my hips and I felt a nose snuffling down to my balls. My god what a feeling. My erection got even harder as I sought the sensation again, presenting my ass for more attention.

"Look at him go. I bet he loved that. Check to see if he is hard."

The small hand slid in to my leg opening again. "Yup. Houston we have a go. You feel."

The larger hand of Pru slid in and replaced Gwen on the control stick. She squeezed me and waved me around the way I had when exposing myself to her yesterday. The end of my cock began to moisten.

"I think he is ready for his punishment, Gwen." She slid the skin up and down once.

"OK Pru, but this one is going to be on his bare butt. Prisoner, knees together."

As I brought my knees together, Pru reached forward and stripped the Y-fronts back and down my legs. Except they hung up on my cock, and she peered under to untangle me. The fumbling was lengthy as she deliberately fooled around with my shaft.

"Before we swat this bad ass, do you want a better look at him, Pru?

"Yes, have him sit up like a dog, with his hands in front of his knees and feet. Spread his knees wide."

As ordered I widened my knees and presented myself for inspection, knowing my balls and cock were very visible. I felt Pru's hand caress my ass cheeks as she lowered her head to look at my cock curving up under my belly. Her fingers trailed under and scratched my balls before slipping up to caress the head. She cupped the head of my cock and pulled it down until it touched the table top, then releasing it, to watch it spring back, quivering.

Pru smelled her hand as she looked intently at my cock from inches away. She bent it back down, holding it by the loose foreskin, watching intently.

"Oh, this is fun."

Make him stay perfectly still."

"Stay!" and a small hand cupped my balls, holding the top of my bag, threatening to squeeze if I made a move. Then my foreskin peeled back and I could see Pru moistening her finger before tracing around the head of my cock, and under the rim of the mushroom. I felt her finger slip around the rim of the head much as I had when masturbating in front of her

I sighed and tried to present my cock better for her ministrations. The sensation of hair along my inner thighs preceded a kiss on the tip.

"OK Gwen, put him in dog position on all fours."

As instructed by Gwen I rose to all fours, holding my head high, with knees wide spread. My rigid cock curving almost up to my belly. Aching and stiff, the head was moist now with its own lubrication.

I could feel Pru's breath on my ass as she reached under to grab my cock and tug it to the rear. As it moved back and up it separated my balls and rose to almost horizontal pointing right to the rear. The loose skin of my prepuce stripped back from the cock head. Pru traced the head lightly, and leant down to lick it. She gave it another little kiss.

"OK Unca, time for your SWAT team experience."

"It seems you gave each of us twenty, so it is altogether fair that you get twenty too. On your bare butt. So get in to position. I get the first ten, Pru gets the second."

Pru said, "I want to hold him in place."

The two little minxes had me stay on my knees and dip my shoulders to the table top, then dip my lower back and spread my knees wider. My cock was still a bar of steel under my belly.

Pru sat at my side and slid her hand under my belly to grasp the base of my cock. Her grip was firm, and it slid the loose skin back away from my cock head. Gwen suggested she cup my balls to protect them in case she missed and hit them.

As Gwen readied herself for the first swat, running her hands over my butt, Pru squeezed harder on my shaft root, waggling the cock head in the air.

The first swat came to my left cheek. It surprised me at the pain. I jerked forward and felt the skin of my cock slide back from the head with the motion. Pru slid it back forward and told me to stay still. She slid her hand over the stinging area to soothe it. "Only nineteen more."

For nine more swats, the skin on my rear became sensitized, and I strove to stroke my cock with each blow, but Pru got better at anticipating my motions. She kept me on the boil but not enough stimulation to go off. Then it was time to change.

Gwen's hand was tiny in comparison, but gripped with both hands and used fierce strength. She blew on my balls and whispered in my ear, "This is so hot, Unca."

The ten swats from Pru were harder and fiercer. Perhaps taught by her father. I concentrated on the tight pressure on my cock and how it slid up and down my shaft as I moved under the blows. Gwen didn't move my cock around as much as Pru so I stayed just on the safe side of orgasm. At the end of my punishment, the sperm in my balls was on the boil and I was desperate for release.

The girls had other ideas though. First they placed a bolster under my belly to keep my cock in mid air. Then they amused themselves for several minutes rubbing sweet smelling oil all over the afflicted area. My cock stayed hard, and an ache started in my balls. My sack began to tighten as they rubbed oil in to its rumpled skin.

"The prisoner will now turn over and put his rear on the bolster."

I turned and placed myself as ordered. This made my cock the highest item on the table.

"What do you think of it, Pru?"

"How would it ever fit? Its as big around as your arm."

"Yeah. Scary, but I am going to ride it real soon. You can watch if you want."

"Ewww."

"Suit yourself. Lets make him come."

"Come?"

"Spout."

"Oh come. I know how he does it to himself, I watched him."

"Pru, you deviant! Show me."

I felt Pru's warm hand on my cock again, and spread wider for her to play. I could feel her breath on my belly, and looking down I could see her grave concentration as she pinched the foreskin, tugging the cock around in circles.

"First he did this. I was amazed it didn't break off or seem to hurt."

"I watched him do this for the longest time before he did other things to it." She pulled it deep between my legs to let it snap back up, and then began to hold it between her hands and spin it back and forth. I raised my hips and concentrated on the building sensations.

"See how he pays attention?"

I tried to fuck the hands on my cock.

"OK, now Gwen, some oil for my hands."

Pru dipped some sweet oil and spread it under the foreskin and along the shaft. I tightened my buttocks to raise my cock as she gripped the shaft with both hands and began to pump while squeezing tight. Her rhythm began to increase and she made a full stop, slapping hard on my belly with each stroke. 

Just as I was ready to blast, she released her grip and slid her hands softly up and down right to my balls as the cock curved hard up to my belly. She started caressing the loose bit of foreskin slowly mashing it to the cock head, and then letting it go free as she slid down to my root. Then again as she came up and off, then hard back on to the cock and down to swirl around my aching balls. 

She stopped, and dried the cock of all oil. She then began to pinch the dry tip of the foreskin only, sliding her fingers slowly off as she pulled against the strength of the erection. The hyper sensitive flap of skin began to tingle as she maintained a steady rapid plucking pace. The tingle spread through my body as she concentrated in keeping the steady rhythm cupping and squeezing my balls. 

She brought her head close and looked intently at the cock as she played with the little flap of skin, holding the shaft still so all the sensation went to the very tip. Gwen crowded close, I could feel her breasts on my belly as she breathed on the bared skin of the cock head.

At last it was too much. My toes curled and the great wave of tingling sensation rose through my body as my cock began to pulse like a pump handle. I shivered, quivered and grunted as it blasted sperm in to the air, and all over the three of us.

When it settled down and stopped moving by itself, Gwen peeled the slippery skin back and kissed my cock head, and then kissed me full on the lips..

"Ride 'em cowgirl; coming up, she murmured in to my mouth as I tasted my passion. Right Pru?"

Pru took my softening cock in her warm mouth and licked under the foreskin before answering. "Yum. 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."



Unca B Teaches Ch. 04



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.




Unca B Teaches Ch. 04



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.