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Chapter 3: Evidence of a close shave
Lisa cringed with embarrassment as she perched on the edge of the table displaying her sore pussy. With her thighs fully opened her Aunt and Uncle could see every detail of her most private, and now red and tender, anatomy. She looked through tear stained eyes at the two adults as they pulled two dining chairs together before sitting down facing each other.
"Get down and come here!" snapped her Aunt. Lisa slid down from the table, immediately covering her freshly shaved pussy with one hand whilst trying to cover her boobs with her arms. Once stood directly between the two of them her Uncle slapped at her hands.
"Hands on your head and stand up straight!" he barked, causing her to jump. With her hands out of the way Lisa's nipples were once more revealed, sticking out stiff and pink.
“Uncle please it’s so humiliating, please forgive me” begged the naked young schoolgirl. She desperately kept her legs pressed tightly together as her face burned crimson.
"If I'd been caught lying when I was a girl my mother would have given my thighs a good slapping," said Olivia Brite, looking at her husband and ignoring the pleading tone used by the panic-stricken girl. "I think we should start with that, before we spank her, and then hopefully she'll get the most benefit from her punishment. There's absolutely no point in being soft with her!" Bryan Brite nodded his agreement to his obviously excited wife.
"Auntie pleeeeeease don't! Oh please!"
"Stand still young lady!" Olivia snapped threateningly as she lifted her hand and swung it viciously towards the back of one of her niece's legs. Lisa squealed and jerked as her Aunt's hand stung her thigh just beneath the curve of her bottom.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh it hurts! Please Miss....Ooooooooooohhhh...I'll be good!"
For a few moments all that could be heard was the crack of the woman's hand meeting soft flesh and the gasps and sobs of the crying schoolgirl. Quickly the backs of Lisa's thighs became burning hot. Each cruel impact made her cry out as the terrible stinging got worse and worse.
"Stop making such a fuss, we've hardly started yet!" said the older woman smiling happily. She looked carefully at the quivering legs. "That should do for the backs Bryan, you do her front."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Lisa suddenly screamed as her Uncle's hand started striking the softness on the front of her defenceless thighs. She squirmed wildly where she stood trying frantically to escape the horrid stinging. Amazingly she managed to keep her hands firmly locked on the top of her head. She knew if she didn't stay in position she'd be punished even harder! It shouldn't have taken long to transform the soft skin from white to crimson but Bryan Brite took his time. Each slap was delivered after a slight pause so that the girl had time to fully absorb the smarting impact before the next one arrived. And between each smack her Uncle stared hard into Lisa's very red face and smiled. To her horror she realised he was really enjoying himself!
By the time she was ordered to turn sideways she was sobbing uncontrollably. The tops of her thighs, both front and back, were on fire. Without any trace of sympathy her Aunt and Uncle immediately began slapping the soft curves on the outside of each of her legs. The awful stings made Lisa whimper piteously. She twisted violently back and forth under the cruel blows begging her Aunt and Uncle to "Please stop!" Finally and much to Lisa's dismay she found herself being lifted onto her Uncle's lap. His hands gripped the undersides of her sore thighs and held her legs wide apart. Being touched by her Uncle was proving a mortifying experience for the shy girl but now, even more horribly, she could feel his erect penis pressing against her bottom.
Spread and helpless she screwed her eyes tightly shut, laying her head back on her Uncle's shoulder as she tried to escape the overpowering feelings of shame and humiliation flowing through her. Her pussy was once more embarrassingly revealed to her Aunt's eyes. Olivia Brite bent forwards and slapped the inside of one of her niece's thighs with as much venom as she could muster. Lisa screamed and tried desperately to close her legs but there would to be no escape. Her Aunt watched as a red hand print rose quickly on the sensitive skin. The impact had been only a few millimetres from the bulge of the girl's vulval crease. She smiled at her husband and continued striking the defenceless curves for several minutes. When she'd finished the girl was howling and tears were pouring down her face.
"Oh please please please no more! Oooooooooooh! I can't stand it!" blubbered Lisa, as she shamefully continued to squirm on the stiffness that was pressing between her bottom cheeks. She couldn't help it! Olivia looked at the insides of the girl's trembling thighs. They were bright red and she could feel the heat rising from the scorched skin. As her gaze dropped to the vaginal slit she noticed the shiny fluid that was smeared along its length and smiled knowingly.
Lisa tottered unsteadily on her feet as her Aunt and Uncle watched her with amused curiosity. Surprisingly the girl had managed to keep her hands stuck to the top of her head throughout the ordeal they'd just put her through. And although her thighs were glowing red they were now going to spank her, which would prove a much more painful experience. Olivia turned to her husband,
"Dear, where's your brown belt?"
"You mean my old leather work belt?" he answered, smiling to himself, as he knew immediately why his wife was asking.
"Yes but I mean the new one we bought a few weeks ago, the one with the iron buckle."
"Oh that one! I keep forgetting I've got it, I've had the old one for so long." He coughed trying to hide his smile as he contemplated the new sensations the girl was about to feel on her ripe young bottom cheeks. "Try the bedside table in the guest room." Lisa looked at them both with terror in her eyes as she also realised what the belt was about to be used for.
"Oooooooohhhh P...P...P...Please Miss I'll be good pleeeease don't hurt me anymore I'll do as I'm told I'll behave I will I will I promise I promise! Oh Please! I'm so sore!"
"Of course you're sore my girl, that's the idea!" She smiled at her husband. "Warm her up Bryan I'll be back in a minute."
Lisa howled as her Uncle's hand bounced off her burning bottom.
"Owwwwwww! It stings soooooooooo much!" She wriggled and kicked but it was no use. Laying naked across his knee with her hands pinioned in the middle of her back she could do nothing but bawl like a baby as she tried to express her discomfort. The view she was giving her Uncle was so shameful. Each impact made her wriggle and jump on his knee which caused the cheeks of her bottom to gape apart showing not only the wet slit of her vagina, but also the clenched opening of her bumhole. As his hand landed the pain forced her to rub her clitoral knob frantically against his leg. Her face was burning with humiliation but even more shameful was the stickiness that she could feel oozing from her pussy.
"Stand up!" her Aunt Olivia suddenly shouted as she came back into the kitchen. Lisa scrambled to her feet and stood sobbing and swaying with her hands held protectively in front of her pussy.
"Don't you dare cover yourself you naughty girl!" snapped her Uncle slapping her hands away.
"Aaahhh! Please I’m sorry…oooww! It's so embarrassing!" Once more Lisa placed her hands on top of her head shamefully revealing her thorn-like nipples and stiff clitoral stalk to their inquisitive eyes. Sobbing loudly she squirmed in front of them, rubbing her hot thighs together and rolling her bottom lewdly in a futile attempt at relieving the awful stinging that was consuming her lower half. She stared in dread at her Aunt who was almost lovingly running a thick leather belt through her hands.
"Turn around," she said quietly. Lisa did as she was told showing the woman her tormented rear cheeks which twitched and clenched with a life of their own.
"I know!" said Olivia Brite enthusiastically as she opened a drawer. Kneeling down she drew two crosses on the flagstone floor with a small piece of white chalk.
"If you move your feet off these marks before we've finished my girl we'll start all over again." She turned to her husband. "Do you think twenty will be enough to teach her a lesson this time?" Grinning, her husband nodded his agreement.
"Yes I think so," he said. "And she can count them out loud and thank us for each one."
"That's a splendid idea," giggled his wife. "You heard your Uncle young lady. You'd better count each stroke and thank us nicely if you know what's good for you!"
"I will be g...g...good p...p...please noooooo more pleaseeeee," sobbed Lisa unhappily.
"Well get into position you shameless girl! Do it NOW! And stop all that whining!" barked Bryan Brite threateningly.
Shaking and sobbing Lisa stood naked with her feet spread apart, covering the two chalk crosses, and her hands on her head. She felt dizzy with embarrassment. Her Uncle was sat directly in front of her on a chair. She couldn't meet his eyes so stared fixedly at the floor between her feet. His gaze moved leisurely from the pert breasts with their hard pink points to the reddened mound of the girl's pussy, a redness which matched the band of colour encircling the upper parts of her legs. Beneath the bulge of her pussy he could clearly see the delicate vaginal lips that seemed to glisten in the light. Even now the girl was wet! The memory of her bottom writhing and squeezing on his hardness a few moments earlier caused the throbbing in his trousers to surge.
"Crack!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Lisa screamed and jumped forwards, her hands falling from her head and grabbing her wounded buttocks.
"GET BACK IN POSITION YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!" shouted her Aunt. "And I expect to hear you counting out loud or we'll start over from the beginning. We can stay here all evening if you'd like?" Lisa gurgled miserably and dragged herself back into the required position. When the horrid belt struck a few seconds later she squealed but managed to keep her feet firmly anchored to the floor.
"Ow Ow Owwwwwwwwww! O...O...O...One! Thank you Miss!" she blubbered loudly whilst her hips rolled madly from side to side.
"Whack!" The folded over belt wrapped itself around one fleshy curve.
"Ooooooooooooowwwwwwww!" she shrieked and went up onto her toes. "TWO! THANKYOU MISS!" Bryan Brite watched with growing excitement as the girl frantically squeezed her bottom cheeks together as she tried to absorb the pain. At the same time she thrust her hips forwards wantonly. Much to Lisa's shame she knew her pussy was gaping and bulging but she couldn't do anything about it. And worse still she could feel the wetness dripping from her!
"Look at me girl!" he said forcefully. Squirming with humiliation she looked into her Uncle's face. His enormous grin brought a wave of colour flooding to her cheeks. As the belt stung her bottom she held his gaze. He watched as the blow made her eyes grow round and wide as she felt the atrocious sting.
"THREEEEEE! THANKYOU MISS! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Olivia smiled over the girl's shoulder at her husband as she swung the belt hard. It struck the writhing rear cheeks twice in quick succession.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH! OWWWWWW! FOUR! FIVE! T...T...THANKYOU MISS!" shrieked Lisa as her bottom rolled violently in every direction. Sobbing and gasping she found herself thrusting her hips lewdly as she clenched her bum cheeks again and again. Her Uncle's eyes left hers and dropped to watch her pussy as it gaped and closed wetly. Lisa sobbed as she was overpowered by both pain and humiliation.
"It's not very ladylike to display yourself so rudely girl," he said, with a smirk on his face. "We're going to have to work on your manners whilst you're here." Lisa didn't have time to comment, even if she'd wanted to, because the belt quickly struck her once more, drawing a full-blooded scream from her lips.
"SS...S...SIX THANKYOU MISS!" She screamed, sobbing loudly as the intensifying heat engulfed her wriggling bottom.
The last four caused her to rise up onto her toes before her knees buckled and she almost fell. Each bite from the whirring belt was followed by a shrill scream and an explosion of tears that cascaded down her face. Her Aunt walked slowly around to stand next to her husband.
"That was your first ten my girl. Did you feel them?" Lisa nodded her head unhappily. Her bottom was performing a little dance all of its' own. Shamefully she couldn't stop her hips rocking backwards and forwards which was giving her Uncle a perfect, and very rude, view of her pussy lips as they continued to open and close. It was this that her Aunt noticed next.
"You dirty girl showing your Uncle everything you've got! Have you no shame?" She handed the belt to Bryan as a frown suddenly creased her face.
"There is one thing we haven't established yet," she said. "I've been assuming that our little madam here is still a virgin, but looking at how wet her pussy is all the time I'm beginning to wonder." She reached out and casually began to toy with one of the trembling girl's erect nipples. Her smile was feral as she looked deeply into her niece's eyes.
"Well? Are you still pure?" Lisa nodded her head immediately.
"Oh yes Miss! I am! I really am!" She suddenly yelped as her Aunt's fingers squeezed her swollen bud hard. "YESSSSSSSS! Owwwwww! YES AUNTY!"
"What do you think Bryan? We know she's a nasty little liar so would she be telling the truth about this? She's lied about everything else." Her husband shrugged his shoulders as Lisa began to panic.
"I'm telling the truth Miss! Please believe me! I'm telling you...AAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed as the fingers pinched her sensitive point once more. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeee! Owwwwwwww!"
"Be quiet girl!" Olivia Brite suddenly snapped. "I think the only way to be sure is to have her examined, I'll give Doctor Ford a ring and see if he can fit her in tomorrow." Lisa hung her head in shame as tears continued to run down her cheeks.
Whilst the girl stood naked in front of her Uncle her Aunt watched her closely.
"That's settled then," she said happily, "we'll see you tomorrow at two. Yes I'll put the kettle on! Bye." She laughed brightly at the look of dread etched on her niece's face as she put the phone down and grinned at her husband.
"He's got a full surgery tomorrow morning so he's going to come and examine her here. I know you'll be out working but it was the only time he could manage." She took a deep breath before handing Bryan the belt trying her best to contain the excitement welling up inside her. Under the pretence of a medical examination her good friend Jack Ford would be able to humiliate the girl as much as he pleased, and she'd be able to watch!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! IT HURTSSSSSSSSSSS!" Lisa howled and begged and howled some more as her Uncle applied the leather belt to her poor backside. Her screams bounced between the wooden rafters as ten more white hot bands of pain scored their way across her jerking buttocks. Each time the belt landed on the writhing curves a sound like a rifle crack filled the room. Bryan Brite didn't hold back, he didn't see the need, and besides he was enjoying himself far too much! When he'd finished the girl's bottom was swollen and sore and the colour of fresh beetroot. As he gently ran his hand over the seared wriggling flesh she dissolved into a flood of tears and fell at his feet.
"Get up now this instant!" shouted her Aunt cruelly. Lisa stumbled to her feet with her hands grasping her wounded bottom. She no longer cared that she was showing them her hairless pussy and her "secret" parts. The pain in her behind was all she could focus on. Sobbing she gingerly rubbed her scorching cheeks.
"Just look at her," said Olivia Brite pointing at her niece’s pubic mound. "I'm sure that's not normal." And of course she knew full well it wasn't! The chemicals in the girl’s bloodstream were stimulating her almost to the point of orgasm! Just the slightest touch would be enough to make the little tart come! Together they bent forwards and stared closely at Lisa's vaginal folds. They glistened with sticky fluid. The copious lubrications that the girl was continuing to produce had coated the insides of both of her thighs. The older woman licked her lips and squeezed her own thighs together. She looked at the expression on her husband's face. She didn't need to ask if he was finding the experience exciting!
Lisa jerked and whimpered as her Uncle wiped the soft cloth between her spread thighs. Then he carefully parted the lips of her freshly shaved pussy before wiping her again. The cloth grazed her erect clitoral stalk and she groaned loudly, pushing her hips rudely forwards as the delicious sensations filled her vaginal slit. She couldn't help herself!
"Just look at the state you're in young lady," he said, holding the cloth up for her to see. It was covered in shiny secretions and she could smell the scent of her own arousal. Her face was already crimson with embarrassment but this made it pulse even more hotly.
"From now on we expect you to behave in a more appropriate manner, one that befits a young lady. If we find you in this disgusting condition again you'll be punished, do you understand?"
"Ohhhhhhh! Aaaaaah! Y...y...e…s Uncle!" she gasped, as tears continued to roll down her face.
"It's time you got ready for bed. I presume your nightdress is in your case?"
"I …don’t know if Mommy packed me a…"
"Don’t you dare bring your mother into this! It's your fault you lost your case, no one else's! And you told us you'd lost your panties when all along you'd given them to a boy! So don't you dare try and blame your mother for your dishonest and disgusting behavior!"
"I'm sorry Aunty, I'm sorry," said Lisa miserably.
"You should think yourself lucky I'm in a good mood and willing to let you borrow one of your cousin's old pyjama jackets. Or do you want to go bed naked?"
"Nooooooo! Please let me get dressed! Please Miss!" begged the young girl.
"Try this on and be quick about it!" snapped her Aunt. The pyjama jacket didn't cover Lisa's pussy or the curves of her bum cheeks. Embarrassingly it ended at the level of her belly button.
"Oh well it's a little small but better than nothing’ said Olivia Brite with an amused grin. She knew full well the jacket was sized for a ten year old!
"Take it off. You need a shower before you go to bed. Hurry up!" Moments later Lisa was scurrying down the landing towards the bathroom closely followed by her Aunt. She squealed shrilly each time the older woman landed a heavy open-handed slap on one of her already sore buttocks.
Once in the bathroom she was made to shower in front of her Aunt, who then insisted on drying her with a very rough towel. As it scrubbed over her hard nipples and then her hot bottom Lisa begged the older woman to stop but Olivia Brite simply ignored her. She groaned and jerked her hips even more frantically when the towel slid over the freshly shaved mound of her vulva, and when it brushed her engorged clitoral knob and pussy lips she screamed. All of her private parts were excruciatingly sensitive, responding to even the slightest touch. What on earth was the matter with her?
Now sitting at the kitchen table eating some thick cut ham and salad she gasped each time her hot bottom moved on the hard wooden chair seat. The tingling in her pussy was driving her to distraction but soon she'd be able to satisfy the cravings that were stirring between her legs. Once in bed she'd be able to finger herself to her heart's content, she could hardly wait!
"Drink your milk and then it's an early night for you young lady." Lisa swallowed the last of the milk and stood up. Horribly her Uncle immediately looked at her exposed pussy and grinned. Her face glowed red with embarrassment.
"Goodnight Sir," she said meekly before kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Mr Bolker is expecting you at seven," he said. "I'll wake you at six. I don't think he'll be pleased if you're late and you'd better make sure you don’t annoy him."
Once the older woman was gone and Lisa heard her footfalls descending the stairs she kicked back the covers and spread her legs achingly wide. Her fingers immediately slid between her slippery vaginal folds and began poking into her very wet hole. I'm so soooooooo horny! Oooooohhhhhh! That feels so good. As she teased her erect clitoris the orgasm building deep in her belly surged rapidly towards the surface. Within seconds she was gasping and covering herself in delicious spendings.
Olivia Brite bit the back of her hand to stop herself crying out. They mustn't let their young niece hear them! As soon as she'd returned to the kitchen her smiling husband had bent her over the edge of the table and raised her skirt before swiftly removing her underwear. She'd been incredibly wet and hot and had almost come from the first touch of his fingers! Hastily he freed her heavy breasts and then her soft globes were being squeezed and her hard nipples pulled and pinched. Now the end of his thickened cock was slowly pushing between her swollen vaginal lips. She gurgled her pleasure and gasped loudly as he suddenly jerked himself forwards embedding the full length of his hard member in her soft tunnel. Dominating the young girl had aroused her husband enormously, just as she'd known it would. The following few weeks were going to be very pleasurable indeed! She bit her hand again, trying her utmost to stifle the moans that were threatening to fill the room. Bryan's beautiful cock was in control now! She was lost as he pumped himself brutally into her quivering depths. It didn't take long for the first orgasm to arrive. Squirming uncontrollably on the tabletop she felt her pussy squeezing his hard fleshy rod as it thrust back and forth in her slippery opening.
Upstairs Lisa had lost all track of time. She’d never come so many times in her life! And she wanted to come again! Whether it was the combination of being shaved and the terrible shame she didn’t know, but what she did know was that she’d never felt so horny! Luckily the painful stinging in her thighs and buttocks had been replaced by a wonderful tingling. And between her legs, and the open cheeks of her bottom, an intoxicating heat was gradually spreading.
“LISA! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Her eyes flew open and she found herself looking directly into the very angry face of her Aunt. She’d been so engulfed in the wonderful feelings emanating from her pussy that she hadn’t heard the older woman come back up the stairs.
"Aunty! I...I...I haven't been doing anything!" She jerked her hands away from her vaginal folds as if she'd received an electric shock and tried to cover herself with the sheet.
"DON'T YOU DARE MOVE YOUNG LADY!" Olivia Brite roared. Within a few moments she'd been joined by her husband. Together they shook their heads in disgust and stared at their niece’s swollen and obviously very wet pussy. Lisa was curtly told to keep her legs wide apart which made her face burn with embarrassment.
"We’re going to have to be much stricter with you. I thought we'd already taught you a lesson but obviously not!” She paused. “The belt didn’t work so I think well try something with a bit more bite!” With a sly grin she disappeared through the bedroom door.
Lisa stood naked with her hands on her head as her Aunt and Uncle positioned the large bolster across the centre of the little bed. She was horribly aware of her stiff nipples and of her swollen slit which was bulging out between her thighs. Her Uncle kept looking at it which was making her face glow redder and redder. On top of the bolster they placed a pillow followed by a folded towel.
“Get over,” snapped her Aunt. Reluctantly Lisa clambered onto the bed. She crawled over the bolster on her hands and knees before lowering her tummy down onto it. The position meant that her bottom was raised a good foot and a half into the air. She squeaked with dismay as her Uncle lifted each of her legs in turn. He drew them apart and positioned her feet so that they fell down on each side of the mattress. Her bum cheeks were spread wide revealing her unprotected and sticky slit to their eyes. Its' velvety lips were pulled apart displaying her pink hole. It glistened wetly and as she lay helplessly exposed in front of them she could feel her bumhole clenching nervously. Shame and fear were gnawing at her mind but most worryingly she could still feel excitement throbbing in her belly! Was she really a slut? Did she like this? Did she really crave it? Why was she so turned on? The curious thoughts immediately fled when the hairbrush stung her for the first time.
"Arrrrgggghhhh! Oooooooooohh!" she yelled as the hard wood splatted down onto one of her already sore buttocks. The soft flesh flattened before springing back into shape. A sting much more intense than that produced by the belt, or her Uncles palm, set her nerve endings shrieking. Her legs kicked up in response but quickly fell back to the sides of the little mattress. Howling and writhing over the bolster she reached back and grabbed her wounded cheeks.
"Get your hands away girl and stay in position!" She did her best, she really did but the hairbrush was setting her wobbling bottom on fire. She couldn't keep still as her rolling curves were stung again and again. Her rear cheeks jerked and writhed and opened displaying everything that lay between her legs but she didn't care. The heat in her bum was simply excruciating causing tears to pour unchecked down her cheeks. The pillow beneath her face quickly became soaked as she buried her head trying to contain the screams that the terrible brush was wringing from her lips. Her Aunt and Uncle took their time. There was no hurry. They had all of the summer to indulge their sadistic tastes where their helpless plaything was concerned, and that was exactly what they intended to do! Lisa screamed and bounced and pleaded and squealed and moaned and howled but it made not the slightest difference to the number of times the wooden implement visited her tormented globes.
Olivia Brite had no idea how many times the hairbrush had struck the writhing bottom and didn't really care! She pressed her hands between her thighs causing waves of pleasure to flow through her belly. She wanted Brian's cock inside her again! And soon! The situation was proving much more arousing than she could ever have imagined! Finally her husband's arm stopped rising and falling and they both gazed at the girl's rolling bottom. Now the curves were scarlet and swollen. It certainly looked very angry and incredibly sore.
"That should give her something to think about," he said with a grin. The room was filled with Lisa's plaintive sobbing as she groaned and squeezed her crimson rear cheeks together in a futile effort at relieving the burning sensations that filled her girlish rear. Tiny shudders skittered back and forth over her scorched globes.
Lisa was still moaning piteously several minutes later as her Aunt secured a pair of old suede mittens to her niece's hands. Ribbons held the mittens in place on the girl's wrists but the older woman was careful not to restrict the circulation in any way.
"Perfect," she said with a sly chuckle, carefully tying the ribbons in tight double bows. There wouldn't be any chance of the girl removing them herself. The mittens were stiff and the old suede very dry. Even the slightest trace of wetness would be revealed on the parched leather.
"I'll be checking in the morning to see if you've been a dirty little girl. I don't expect to find any evidence of your disgusting juices. If I do you'll not be able to sit down for a week! Do I make myself clear?" Lisa nodded unhappily. She continued to groan and sob as her bottom clenched painfully against the bed covers. Her pussy was dreadfully wet and tingling madly but she knew she couldn't relieve the ache in her belly. She knew she mustn't touch herself otherwise she'd be spanked, and who knew what else would happen to her! She had to be good. Had to keep her hands away from her pussy no matter how horny she was feeling!
As her Uncle turned off the light and closed the bedroom door Lisa tried to stop the naughty thoughts that were spiralling unrelentingly inside her head: She could see herself taking her panties down for the horrid boy on the bus. See his eyes, his grin. Feel his hand sliding under her skirt, his fingers touching her secret place! Could see herself standing naked in front of the awful Woodsman as he looked at all of her. See herself showing her private places to her Uncle. Feel the razor as it removed her tiny curls and her Uncle's hardness pressing against her bottom. Her little girl pussy, her hairless slit. What on earth was the matter with her? Like some terrible slideshow the images continued to roll through her mind causing her clitoris to pulse madly whilst warm fluid leaked between her thighs. She ached to push her fingers deep inside her tight hole and pinch her engorged nipples but knew she couldn't...it was going to be a very long night.
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