Unknown - She loves to orgy

While holding her captive between his legs, he slipped his arms beneath her back and held her up a little while he felt for the hook in her bra. The material loosened and he drew it up off her arms, the cups sticking momentarily to her tits, then coming free.

His hands were gentle while he squeezed her tits, but she felt her breath catch every time his fingers pinched the nipples. Her nipples tingled and ached while he worked the soft flesh with his hands.

He released her tits and slid himself back, still straddling her body, his stiff cock lightly touching her belly as he moved. His cock traced the shape of her curves, back over her garter belt, down over her panties, down against the tops of her stockings.

He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her panties and started rolling them down over her hips, rolling them into a garment smaller than a bikini. When they were down over her blonde cunt mound, he slipped a hand under her ass, then peeled them down to her legs. She raised her legs slightly to help him slip them down over her feet and off.

She looked up at him intently while he worked with her garters, unsnapping them from her stocking tops. His eyes avoided looking at her cunt. There was nothing to do now but wait and see what happened.

The garter belt slipped down over her ass, down over her legs, and fell to the floor. The feeling was delightful as he ran his strong hands back up her legs and then stopped, toying with the tops of her stockings. The soft flesh on the inner thighs tingled in ecstasy while he gently slipped her stockings down, rolling them awkwardly down past her knees. He paused to slip her shoes off and drop them, then he stripped the stockings the rest of the way off.

She watched in the ceiling mirror while he positioned her legs, spreading them gently. She wanted to scream but she lay quietly, watching him avert his eyes form her cunt, his hands gentle on the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs.

Without a word, he worked his fingers into her cunt-lips, separating the outer lips from the inner, making her tender cunt tingle while he massaged the slit. She lay back and rocked her hips with his motions.

Then, looking up through half-closed eyes, she said, "Honey, would you do me favor?"

"Sure, Linda, Anything."

"Would you stop for just a minute and open the little package that's in the nightstand?"

He squeezed her spread thighs and slid back off the bed and went to the stand. After ripping the brown paper apart, he held up the contents: a comb, a scissors, a razor.

He looked at the contents again, then down at her cunt.

"You mean… this is for… that?"

"That's right, honey," she said. "I'd like for you to shave my cunt for me… please."

"You know, that's exactly what I've wanted to do to you for a long time."

A surge of relief went through her small body.

"Then do it. Oh, honey, do it to me now!"

She looked up at him as he got on the bed, took her knees in his hands, and spread her legs, his cock turning stiff while he worked. She looked up. In the overhead mirror, her knees were spread but her cunt was still closed..

While she watched herself in the mirrors he, spread her legs still farther apart. He bent her thighs straight out to the sides and forced them down on the bed. Her mound came higher and her cunt opened a little.

She looked at Joe. He was looking down intently into her cunt. She felt her clit start to pulse under his eyes.

"Now we're going to get you naked," he said.

"You idiot!" she exclaimed. "I am naked."

"I mean really naked."

He ran his hand down over her cunt-hair, then brushed it back gently. She felt her hips roll slightly with the movement. He reached over on the sheet and fumbled around with the implements there: comb, scissors, and razor.

He passed his fingers down on her mound, making the soft hairs stand straight out. Her skin rippled a little under his touch.

"Your cunt-hair's so fine, a razor would just mash it down. I'll have to use comb and scissors first, then the razor."

With legs spread apart and down flat on the bed, she lay under his hands, watching him work. First he combed her coot-hair so it stood straight up. Then he slipped the comb into it and used the scissors to trim it down to the thickness of the comb.

He went to the bathroom and ran water briefly. When he returned he had a steaming pan. He got soap, wash cloth, and a can of shaving cream from the dresser and then knelt again between her legs.

She watched entranced as he washed the soft skin with soap and then sponged it away with hot water. He squirted a little of the shaving cream on his fingers and worked it into the remaining hair.

The razor moved in short, gentle strokes, starting from the base of her thighs, going toward her pussy. With each stroke there was nothing but bare, pink skin left.

Finally, there was nothing left except a little cream, right around the lips of her cunt. He slipped two fingers inside her and held the tender skin folds straight while he shaved right up to the edge of her cunt. He knee-walked around on the bed and straddled her shoulders and slipped two fingers back inside her. With his body above her she couldn't see the ceiling. She looked between her tits, down past her bare mound to the mirror on the wall. In slow, smooth strokes the razor shaved right up to the left edge of her cunt.

All the way from her mound to her asshole, there was nothing but pale-pink skin. He took the moist side of the wash cloth, dipped it in hot water, and wiped away all traces of cream and then took the other side and patted her tender flesh dry.

"Now that's what I call really naked," he said as he passed his fingers lightly over her mound.

"Now I have no secrets," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?" He smiled while he squeezed the soft flesh together between his hands.

"Like it? I love it."

"It's all there for you."

He smiled while he drew his hands back and just looked into the small slit of her pussy-lips, his expression longing.

She arched her back and reached back under the bed for the little jar of body powder. She opened it, rubbed the powder puff in it briefly, and passed the puff lightly over her tits.

"Help me put this on," she said. "I'll smell nice for you."

Joe took the powder puff from her and passed it over her skin, following with his other hand, rubbing it in. She looked up at the mirror while she followed his movements. The skin on her tits trembled under his touch.

He rubbed the sweet-smelling powder into her tits, her chest, her belly. He stopped, rubbed at her little mound, just above her cunt.

Disappointed, she watched him move down to her feet and rub the powder on her, starting up her legs. He paused at the soft skin on the insides of her thighs and rubbed longer and harder. The tingling flesh came alive, again trembling under his touch.

His rubbing grew harder as he reached the tops of her thighs. He paused and looked down at her cunt, then spread her legs wide apart. The powder puff tickled as it swept up the sides of her cunt, his hands hot as he massaged the tender skin.

When she looked down at his cock it was rock hard and quivering with a drop of pre-cum starting to drip off. She would have to cool him off a little to help him last.

"Why don't you open the package I put in the top dresser drawer?" she asked.

"Okay," he said, getting up. "What's in it?"

"My wardrobe."

"Wardrobe!"

He tore the package open and spilled the contents out on the bed. There were a pair of red high-heeled shoes, a pair of arm-length open-mesh gloves with holes for the fingers, a pair of black open-mesh stockings, and a pair of red garters, the little kind that encircle the legs.

"You undressed me," she said, "so it's only fair that you dress me again."