The Whole Body

The Belly and the Members, it has been quite a while since I read that fable. Perhaps lesser known as it doesn't have any animals in it. The fable is about the various parts of the body losing faith in the stomach thinking it just takes, takes, takes and does nothing but enjoy the food they work to give it. Of course, in the end the members realise the stomach is vital to survival, every part of the body is necessary, but as is the way of the fable, it is too late and all are dead.

But you know what it makes me think about is a little something I may know about Morwena and Snowy, though perhaps it is something I shouldn’t know about them as they are such young little things barely on the road to discovering their sexuality.

I am sure you only ever think the best of me. But let’s not dally, I am sure you with your teenage children do not want to think about how the young use their technology, those fabulous devices that fit in the palm of your hand which are the equivalent of a studio only the most dedicated rich geeks had in our day, powered by an intelligence so artificial it challenges the greatest of producers from our day. If I were young today I would most certainly record myself if nothing more than as a memory prompt to remind me that once I did not have my mother’s legs, with these veins and pallid skin. Say if Morwena or, perhaps, Snowy were to have asked my advice about nudes I would say do it, of course do it, but remain in control as much as you can. Remain in control by being a good judge of character, and most characters are good. Not just because this is a story, it is what I truly believe.

Say, perhaps, that Morwena took such advice and one afternoon when both parents were out - so much harder in endless lockdowns - she led Snowy to her house and to her boudoir and left him there while she prepared in the bathroom. Hers was a tidy room of pinks and whites with a minimalist look. It was particularly tidy that day, and the lightbulb had been replaced with the brightest one in the kitchen drawer, for Morwena had a plan. A plan that included soft music with a slow beat.

She sat him on the bed, took out her phone and held it in a questioning way at Snowy, with a cheeky smile. He wouldn’t have understood the plan at that point but who can resist her cheeky smile, look at her.

Morwena started to record, blew a kiss-selfie and flipped the camera, smile. Snowy smiled at the camera and Morwena turned it about passing it to him. She then moved her hips to the beat and moved immediately to the top button of her shirt. By now Snowy was in no doubt about the plan, he took the phone from her. He recorded her undoing the top buttons of her shirt revealing she was not wearing her bra, though not yet showing her breasts. Morwena touched the edges of her phone and brought her face close so she was talking to Snowy through the camera: I want slow steady shots, you do that for me. Snowy didn’t reply, he just took action. As Morwena twirled slowly to the music he steadied himself. Morwena undid the buttons of her skirt which dropped leaving Snowy guessing if she was wearing underwear under the long shirt. He stood to move the camera towards her and she circled backwards round the room until she was at the bed and he was standing. She undid the remaining buttons on her shirt to reveal she was naked underneath and she fell back onto the bed, lifting one leg into that classic pose of Leda, except without a swan. That was my description not Snowy’s.

Snowy rose to the occasion with a very long slow and steady shot that approached Morwena’s foot, the one on the bed not the one on the floor. Drifted up her smooth calves, angling up her inner thigh towards her bushy snatch and without a pause slowly passed her pussy lips to her flat stomach and the little dark hairs below her belly button and on rising up her large breasts, close enough to her nipples to see the two or three dark hairs and on up to her face, round to the side as his lips came to meet hers, slightly off camera.

Morwena took the camera and turned it on Snowy.

He smiled. Lifted her hips to reposition her in the middle of the bed and, after slipping off his shoes, knelt between her legs ready for his turn. He lifted his tee slowly to the music revealing his slightly round tummy with white downy hairs. When his tee reached his nipples he paused, dancing for a moment before revealing his nipples. Morwena narrowed the shot so it concentrated on his tummy then onto his small nipples, passed his smooth chin until it reached his closed eyes, with his hair flopping about. Snowy smiled, knelt up and paused a moment as Morwena took the camera back down to the trouser buttons which he undid. She focused on his crotch as he pulled down all his layers revealing a cock that sprung out, like porn but not as impressive. Thin and straight and as bleached as the rest of him. Uncircumcised with the tip forcing its way past the foreskin.

He leant forward to rub the tip against her vulva, she moved her hips away from him and reached for his cock with the hand that wasn’t filming, and she masterfully kept her hand jerking wildly up and down his cock in shot until he came on her tummy.

Well, not my finest amoral-fable mashup, but you have to admit both Snowy and Morwena were appreciating each other's whole body as a whole body.

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