A Close Shave
Prologue:
Morning ablutions.
Before I dress, I lather my face and begin to shave.
As I look into the mirror, your image appears behind me. You watch with curiosity.
“How often do you shave?”
“Usually once every couple of days. I don’t have a heavy beard. How often do YOU shave?”
You slap my arm.
My mind reels with a novel thought.
“I have an idea,” I say.
“What’s your idea?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
Night.
Lying in bed – my favourite place to talk.
“This morning while you were shaving, you said you had an idea. What’s your idea?”
“Hmmm. Remind me.”
“You were shaving and I asked you how often you shaved. You asked me the same question.”
“Oh yeah.”
“So, are you gonna tell me your idea?”
“Hmmm.”
“Well?”
“Just a thought.”
“Awwwwww. C’mon! please. Please. PLEASE. Tell me! Please?”
“I don’t know whether you will like it.”
“How will I know if you don’t tell me? I LIKE you ideas!”
“I don’t know if you will like this one. I don’t know how adventurous you’re feeling.”
“What kind of adventure?”
“Well, when I asked you how often you shaved, I was referring to down there.” My eyes glance between your legs.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Maybe. Could be. Possibly.”
“Why would I do that?”
“For me.”
“For you? Why?” There’s curiosity in your voice.
“I’m curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“About what it would be like to lick your naked pussy. I’d like to try.”
You slap my arm. Playfully.
The silence stretches out. What are you thinking?
“Will it hurt?”
“I shave my face every day and it doesn’t hurt.”
“I’ll be like a little girl again?”
“Mmmmm.”
More silence.
“What will people think?”
“Who were you planning to show it to,” I laugh.
“I think it’s a silly idea.”
“Does that mean no?”
More silence.
“Besides, it won’t tickle my nose anymore when I lick you.”
“Does it tickle you?”
“Sometimes.”
After another long silence, you roll out of my arms and unfasten your jeans, sliding them down your legs and off your ankles. Your pink panties stand out in sharp contrast to your white skin. You lie on your back again on the bed and pull up the waistband of your panties, staring for a long moment at the dark hair between your legs.
When you release the elastic, it snaps back, into place, once again covering the object of your speculation.
“I can’t imagine what I will look like.”
“Like a baby. My baby.”
After another long, thoughtful pause, “I have another idea,” I say.
“This one is bad enough. What idea?”
“We could shave a heart shape over your…”
“Say it.”
“Over your cunt.”
“You’re soooo bad!”
You pull back the waistband of your panties once again and stare.
“Will it be like a little girl?”
“I imagine it will. I haven’t seen a little girl’s since I changed my daughter’s diapers.”
“Hmmm.”
You pass your hand under the waistband of your panties and stroke the hair which hides your little slit. You pull gently at a few of the hairs as your mind turns over the idea of a naked pussy.
“Honey?”
“Yes, Honey.”
“I’m nervous.”
“I always promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Honey?”
“Yes, Honey.”
“I’m wet.”
I smile. “Does that mean, yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Lie down on the bed, and I’ll get my razor.”
When I return from the bathroom with the electric razor, you are under the covers with the blanket pulled up so far that only your eyes peek over the top.
“Ready?”
“No, Honey. I don’t wanna do this.”
“Why not,” I ask. “What changed your mind?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I was just curious. Now it doesn’t feel right. I like my ‘Little Girl’ just as she is. Don’t you?”
“Honey, I love the way God made you. Honestly, I truly love your Little Girl just the way God meant her to be. It was just my imagination running away with me.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m not embarrassed. I just don’t feel right about being naked down there.”
“It’s OK, I understand. I would never ask you to do something that doesn’t feel right for you.”
“Will you still kiss me there?” I can see the pout on your face even though I can only see your eyes.
“Silly girl. Why would I stop doing something that gives us both so much pleasure? I love kissing your little slit and tasting you.”
“Will you kiss me there now?”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Are you sure, Honey? I don’t want to embarrass you.” My voice teases.
“Having your tongue in me doesn’t embarrass me. Please? Lick me. Fuck me with your tongue.”
Your words prove that you are not embarrassed. Your boldness is born of your desire.
“Shower first?”
You look at me over the top of the blanket for a moment. Your mind is working on a new idea.
“Will you kiss me in the shower?”
“Of course I will! Gladly. Willingly.”
“Will you kiss my Little Girl too?”
“Gladly. Willingly!”
You raise the blanket and speak down into the darkness. “He said ‘Yes’, Little Girl!”
You look back at me over the top of the blanket and the playful smile on your face lights up your eyes.
“Go ahead and warm up the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.”
I strip off, down to my underpants, and wander off to the bathroom.
As I am adjusting the temperature of the water, I hear the bathroom door open and suddenly the light goes out. The bathroom isn’t in total darkness though. The room is bathed in a dull orange glow of light. I peek out from behind the shower curtain. You have lit a candle and it is glowing warmly from the counter top.
You are wearing a white cotton t-shirt.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t want the bright lights. This is nicer, don’t you think?”
“Why the t-shirt?”
“I’m shy?” Your answer is more of a teasing question than a reply.
“Do you know what happens if that gets wet?”
“No.” You sound innocent enough. Is it real innocence?
Something about your voice tells me that you know perfectly well what will happen.
“Come here, I’ll show you.”
I take your arm and pull you under the warm water. As soon as the spray hits your t-shirt, it turns translucent. You begin to giggle as the cotton fabric clings to your body. Your nipples are visible yet hidden. Your skin shows through and, where the fabric doesn’t touch your skin directly, only the white of the shirt shows. Every movement of your body changes the view I have of your skin beneath.
“Do you like this?”
“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”
“Mmmm. I saw a picture once. You’re not the only one with ideas!”
I laugh and you laugh with me.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. And I love your imagination!”
You begin to struggle to pull off the shirt but it clings to you like a second skin.
“Help me, please?”
“Hmmm. I thought you wore it because you are shy?”
A little slap shows your annoyance. By now, the shirt is tangled across your body, one breast free from the clinging material and your arms trapped.
I pull you to me and hug you while you are struggling. My fingers stroke the nipple of your free breast, my lips kissing your neck.
“Maybe I don’t want to help you? Maybe I like you like this? Helpless.”
“Help me,” in a whining voice. “Please?”
Your struggling continues.
I turn you about and pull the wet, clinging shirt over your head and you are free at last. You turn back to me and your arms encircle me. Your face rests against my chest as the spray of water cascades over us. You are panting a little from the exertion of trying to free yourself.
“Let me wash you.”
“Mmmm. Yes, please.”
As I soap you down, you do the same for me. Your hands are quick.
“What’s your hurry?”
You wrap one arm around my soapy body and your other hand strokes my cock with the soapy washcloth. You stretch up on your toes and whisper in my ear, “I want you to lick me. Hurry.”
“Now?”
“No, in our bed. I want to be lying down with your tongue inside me. So, hurry.”
I don’t need any more encouragement and I quickly soap you all over and rinse the lather from your body. As the water sprays over your little opening, your legs tremble.
“Hurry. I want you. I want you now.”
I rinse the soap from my body and begin to dry you. As I rub with the towel, your skin begins to glow pink.
With your skin still damp, you escape from the bathroom before I can begin to dry myself. I finish drying and wrap the towel around my waist. I carry the candle with me to the bedroom where you are hiding with the covers pulled completely over your head.
“Where are you?”
In a muffled voice from under the covers, “Come and find me.”
I lift the covers at the bottom of the bed and begin to crawl upwards. In the darkness, I can sense the warmth and slight dampness of your skin, fresh from the shower. My fingers find your calf. At the slightest touch your body jerks away from my fingers. I search in the darkness until I am able to grasp both of your ankles with my hands.
Gripping your ankles tightly, I hold your legs slightly apart. Your intuition tells you to lie still. Wait. Your pleasure is moments away.
My tongue traces up the inside of your leg, closer and closer to your ‘little girl’. When my hands release your ankles, your legs part in a welcoming posture and my tongue eagerly searches for your hungry little opening.
You throw the blanket aside and in the dim light of the candle, I glimpse the object of my lust. A little droplet of moisture glistens in the light. Is it you? Or is it water from the shower, un-dried, still clinging to the crisp hairs that you rescued from my razor?
“Lick me. Lick my ‘little woman’. Fuck me with your tongue. I need you. I need you inside me.”
As these words spill from your lips, you raise your hips and shove a pillow under your ass.
“Hurry. I want your tongue. Suck me. Lick my clit. Don’t play with me. Just fuck me.”
It’s as if your words control the flood gates of your cunt juice. Suddenly a small river of cum trickles from you and my tongue licks the sweetness before it is lost in the sheets. God, I love the taste of your cum. I want more. My tongue probes your slick little hole and you grab the back of my head and roughly pull my face into the heat of your cunt.
“Deeper. Fuck me deeper. Shove your tongue into me.”
You hook your legs over my shoulders and pull at my back with your heels. I stretch my tongue into you as far as I can but it doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Your grip on the back of my head increases with your urgency.
I have to break free. I can’t reach your clit in this way. I push back against your hands, freeing my mouth to explore you. Your hands drop to your sides and you grip the sheets in your fists. Your head lashes from side to side. Your body is in heat and the lust inside you demands release.
You moan as I plunge my tongue into your slit.
“That’s so good - eat me—uh—uh—uh! Fuck me. Suck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Fuckmefuckmefuckme!”
Licking and lapping at you, my tongue invades and swirls about. The moment that my tongue flicks across your clit, the hot little button swells from under its hood, and your cunt explodes. The gush of scalding cum takes me by surprise and my tongue cannot lap up the delicious flood fast enough. The sweet fragrance of your cunt assails my senses and my cock stands ready to plunder your insides.
“Oh, god. Oh, God. OH GOD!! OH FUCK. THAT IS SOOO GOOD! Oh god oh god oh god oh god.”
Your breath comes in long shuddering gasps as your cunt continues to spasm and your cunt-juice streams from your insides. Your orgasm rips through you as an intense, trembling release that seems to go on forever. Your body shudders as your head thrashes back and forth.
“Oh god oh god oh god oh god.” The words come breathlessly.
My tongue continues to lick you, gently. Slowly the spasms wane and you lie panting, your chest heaving.
“Oh, God, that was soooo good! You are soooo good. I love your tongue in me. I love what you do to me. God, I love coming. Let me hold you. I want to hold you. I want to suck your tongue.”
I lick my way up your body, tracing a path with my tongue. Turning you onto your side, I pull you to me. Your mouth searches mine and as I force my tongue into your mouth you suck my tongue greedily.
“Mmmmm. You taste good.”
“That’s you, Honey. You’re tasting your own sweet cum.”
“Really? It tastes different from before.”
I chuckle. “That’s what’s so delightful. You taste different every day.”
Your hand reaches down and grasps my cock carefully encircling my growing erection. I feel the blood rush into the shaft until I’m completely firm and rigid. The head of my cock swells, the skin drawn so tight that it turns purple and shines.
“What does your cum taste like today?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know.”
“Should I suck you to find out?”
“I think you should.”
“I think I should.”
“I think so too.”
You turn about and kneel beside my hips. You slowly stroke me, your thumb running up and down the underside of my cock and rubbing against the spot where the swollen head joins the shaft.
The muscles of my ass flex with the stimulation. God, it feels so good. “Mmmm. Where did you learn that?”
“You taught me.”
“Huh?”
Your ‘5 Ways to Fuck Me’ Power Point called ‘Loving Hands’. You taught me.”
I can’t concentrate. “You learned from this? I made it for your entertainment.”
“Yeah, sure.” You lower your mouth over the shaft and your tongue flicks over the head tickling at the small opening and under the head.
Oh, God. That feels sooo good. As my cock head passes your lips, you close them around my shaft, holding my cock tight in your mouth.
Your lips move up and down my cock and you work your mouth like a cunt, sucking me each time you draw back. Your hand pumps my cock and your lips suck at the tip.
As you stroke me faster and faster, the urgency in my balls becomes overpowering. My hips convulse and I try to thrust into you. God I want to bury the full length into you. There’s only one place where you can take the full length of my dick.
“I want your cunt.”
“I want to eat your cum.”
My cum is building. Your hands cup my balls, gently squeezing. They sit, heavy in your hands. Full. Ready. I can feel my balls draw up tight and I know that it won’t be much longer before I pump load after load of hot cum into your sweet mouth.
“But, I want to be deep in you. I want to pound it into you. Let me fuck your cunt.”
My words come too late. Your mouth and hand have worked their magic and a thick gush of hot cream shoots from my cock into your throat. Surprised by the first gush, you pull back and suck hard as each spurt of thick cum surges into your mouth.
You suck and swallow, suck and swallow as my balls empty into your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat.
My hips thrust with each spurt and a small trickle of cum dribbles down your chin.
My balls are empty, my body exhausted, satisfied.
You look at me and smile. Your finger scoops up the dribble of cum from your chin and you suck your finger, thirstily, just like you sucked my cock.
“Mmmm. Tastes good. Do you still want my cunt?”
My cock begins to wither in your hand. “God, I wish I had the strength. I think Little Richard needs a rest.”
As I lie back, trying to catch my breath, I glance at the night table. The electric razor is still there. Abandoned.
“I have another idea.”
Your eyes follow mine and then widen in disbelief.
“You’re not gonna shave me, are you?”
“No, Honey. Something different,” I reach for the razor, “You’ll see.”
I turn on the razor. Buzz, Buzz. You jump at the sound and cover your hot little cunt with your hands.
“I don’t want to be shaved!”
“Honey, trust me. I won’t shave you. But you might like what I have in mind.”
You grab the covers and pull them over yourself. “Why do you need the razor, then?”
“You’ll see. Just trust me, OK?”
“OK,” but there is uncertainty in your voice.
I scramble under the covers where your hand is still tightly covering your opening.
I gently push your hand aside and you surrender to me. Slowly I begin to stroke the swollen lips of your pussy with my finger. You are still slick and wet from my tongue.
Your body begins to relax and your legs part as you abandon yourself to the sensation of my touch. Your cunt contracts and throbs and your hips thrust at my fingers.
My stroking continues, not fast, but rhythmic and your body tenses in anticipation of another orgasm. Your clit is hot to my touch and each time my fingers flick across its swollen tip, your body convulses.
When I turn on the razor, you become alarmed at the sudden buzzing sound. Instinctively your close your legs.
“What are you gonna do?” There is a trembling in your voice.
“Trust me.”
I grip the razor tightly in my fist. The buzzing of the machine passes along my finger and I begin to stroke your clit with the tip of my rapidly vibrating fingertip.
“Oh MY GOD!!! What are you doing?”
“Oh, GOD! Don’t! I can’t stand it!”
“Don’t!”
“Stop!”
Your legs open wide in denial of your words. “Oh, God! Don’t stop! Keep doing that! Oh god. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK! I’m commmmming!
A gush of sweet hot cum again streams from you, soaking my fingers and drenching the sheets. Your hips thrash about and I have difficulty keeping my vibrating finger on your clit. Again and again your body convulses as wave after wave of your orgasm courses through you.
“Oh, God. Oh fuck! OH GOD! Fuck. FUCK! FUCK! What are you doing to me?”
I drop the razor and ram my fingers up your cunt and rapidly pump into you as another river of cum floods over my hand.
You are panting, breathless. Your chest heaves. Yet your hip thrust at my fingers sucking at them, wanting more.
“Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Your words are like a mantra.
You reach down and push my hand away.
“No more. I can’t take any more. You’re killing me,” you gasp.
Your breath comes in shudders and you lie back on the pillows, your arm across your eyes.
“No more tonight, please,” you plead.
“No more tonight. But tomorrow is another day!”
“Oh God.”
Your breathing slows and your body relaxes.
In moments you fall into an exhausted sleep.
I draw the covers up over you and lie beside you for a moment and watch the smile form on your lips. Even in sleep your smile lights up my world.
I sit up, lean over you and blow out the candle. Lying beside you once again, I gently pull you to me. You snuggle close and, even in sleep, your body moulds itself to mine; like spoons.
Photo Credits (for this story): Image #1 Curiosity (By Dag Hecht) /Final Image Massimiliano Uccelletti / All other images are presumed to be in the public domain
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