Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“To start with, let’s stop calling them ‘forbidden areas,’” Brax said practically. “Look—these are your breasts and they’re beautiful.” He untied the top and spread it open, baring her completely.
Serenai blushed and would have covered herself but he stopped her.
“No, baby—look,” he directed. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands. “Look how full—they fill my hands to overflowing,” he rumbled softly. “And these are your nipples—look how tight they get when I do this…” Gently, he thumbed her tender peaks.
His gentle touch sent showers of sensation through Serenai’s whole body and she gasped and arched her back, involuntarily pushing her breasts out further.
The girl in the viewer a few feet away, did the same and Serenai couldn’t help thinking that she did look beautiful—beautiful and wanton and somehow in need of something…though she wasn’t sure what.
“Oh, Brax!” she moaned as he continued to circle her nipples lightly. “Oh, why does that feel so good?”
“Because the Goddess made your body to receive pleasure, baby,” he murmured and tugged lightly on her tight peaks, making her moan and writhe against him. “She gave you these parts to make you feel good. If you don’t use them, it’s like a slap in her face.”
Serenai had never thought of things that way before. All she’d ever heard was how wrong and dirty and nasty it was for a girl to touch her forbidden places—or to let anyone else, besides her husband touch them. But now Brax was giving her a whole new perspective.
“Why do I seem to feel it between my legs when you…when you touch my breasts?” she asked him breathlessly. Because the pleasurable sensations were definitely traveling from her tight tips down to the place between her thighs.
“Probably because playing with your nipples helps your little pussy get wet and ready,” he growled softly.
“Wet? Really?” Serenai pressed her thighs together nervously.
“Yes, baby. The same way my cock leaks precum when I’m turned on,” he explained. “Your pussy gets all wet and slippery inside—that’s to help ease the way when a cock slides inside you. But it’s also good just for when you’re touching yourself,” he added.
“Oh, I never—” she began.
“Yes, I know—you’ve never touched yourself before because those nuns at the Convent convinced you it was bad,” he murmured. “But it’s not bad—it’s natural to give yourself pleasure. Here, let’s take a look at your sweet little pussy and see if she’s ready to be touched.”
And reaching between her legs, he tugged at the little drawstrings on her panties.
To Serenai’s mingled shame and desire, the split in the center of the panties opened wide, showing her entire pussy. Even worse, it seemed that her pussy was opening too—showing a slippery interior that seemed to prove Brax’s point about her getting “wet.”
“Gods, look at that sweet little pussy!” he growled. “Look how wet you are, baby.”
“I…I see.” Serenai’s voice shook a little but she had a flushed, breathless feeling now that seemed to override at least some of her shame. “Are…are you going to touch me now?” she asked him. “Touch me and teach me like your old Mistress taught you?”
“Do you want me to touch you?” he countered softly. “Do you want me to pet your soft little pussy, baby?”
“Yes!” Serenai rolled her hips and arched back against him. “Yes, Brax—please touch me…teach me.”
“Mmm, how could I say no to that, little one?” he rumbled. “All right, watch as I show you.”
His big hands came around her and Serenai watched on the projection as his left hand rested on her inner thigh and he cupped her pussy with his right.
“Now look, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “These are your outer lips.” As he spoke, he ran one fingertip up and down, along her outer pussy lips.
Serenai trembled at his gentle touch. Somehow it made her want him even more and watching his face in the projection, seeing his half-lidded eyes and the way he was surrounding her with his big body as he taught her this intimate lesson, made her stomach fluttery and tense all over again.
“Outer lips,” she repeated.
“Good—now touch them,” he directed.
Hesitantly, Serenai put a hand between her legs. Brax withdrew a little to give her room and they both watched as she stroked her outer pussy lips.
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “See, that’s not so bad, right?”
“No,” Serenai admitted. “But…but I haven’t had to touch, er, inside yet.”
“We’re getting there,” he murmured. “Look, these are your inner lips.”
He brushed her hand aside and this time his blunt, gentle fingertip was tracing areas inside—sensitive, tender, wet areas that made Serenai wiggle against him. It felt so good, but she couldn’t help thinking that it could feel much, much better if only that finger of his would move inward.
“Feels nice, right?” he asked and she nodded. “Good—now you do it.”