Jane Fox: Swapping secretary

She stood up and beckoned to Rhonda. "Come on, silly. Show me where your bedroom is. I've got a great idea and I just know you're going to love it."

Rhonda stood up unsteadily. She weaved to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, laughing. She felt like she had known Tracey a million years.

"O.K. How are we going to find out if I'm frigid or not? Does this bedroom look like it belongs to a frigid woman?"

Tracey laughed. "That's not why I wanted to come in here," she said, putting her hand on Rhonda's zipper and started to lower it. "I told you I've got a sure-fire way to tell. All you have to do is to get out of your clothes and we'll find out."

"This is crazy," Rhonda giggled. She helped Tracey pull off her dress and her bra and panties.

Then she sat up and giggled again. "Well, Dr. Kinsey? Do I have all the right equipment?"

Tracey ran her hand slowly over Rhonda's quivering titties. "You sure do," she gasped. "You've got marvelous titties, Rhonda. Does Bill ever suck them for you?"

"You've got to be kidding," Rhonda giggled. "Bill doesn't take time for anything like that. It's just in and out for him. It doesn't take him any more than five minutes to fuck me from start to finish."

"Tell me if you like this," Tracey instructed. She bent forward slowly and sucked one of Rhonda's hard nipples into her hot mouth.

"Aaaagh! Oh… Tracey!" Rhonda squealed. She felt like her whole body was on fire. Tracey's hot mouth was chewing on her nipple and she could feel it way down in her pussy. She squealed and creamed helplessly while Tracey continued to nibble and chew on her hard, throbbing nipple. Rhonda's whole body burned with desire. Her head swam. She didn't know what was wrong with her. It felt like her nipple was on a direct hot-line to her clit. Every time Tracey flicked her pulsing nipple with her tongue, sharp thrills shot through her horny clitty.

Tracey sat up and released Rhonda's nipple with a little plop. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any trouble there," she giggled. Then she looked at Rhonda's flushed, excited face and giggled even harder. "You like that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," Rhonda breathed. "I never dreamed that would feel so good, Tracey. Maybe I'm not frigid after all."

"I'll tell you what," Tracey suggested. "I'll just get out of my clothes and we'll try another little experiment."

She stood up and unzipped her dress. Her little round titties popped out and quivered. Rhonda gasped with astonishment when she saw that Tracey wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really need one either. Her little titties were rock-hard and they thrust out perkily. They were perfectly shaped and firm.

Tracey giggled at Rhonda's expression. "You like my titties, don't you?" she teased. "All the guys like them. Frank says I'm the only woman he knows who doesn't sag when she lies down. See?"

Tracey spread out on the bed and rolled on her back. Her titties stuck straight out. They looked like two, creamy mountains thrusting up from her chest.

"He's right," Rhonda exclaimed. "They really don't sag. You're really lucky, Tracey. My titties are so heavy I have to wear a bra."

Rhonda tried to keep her eyes on Tracey's pretty titties. She couldn't quite do it, though. She felt her eyes lowering to Tracey's small waist, miming over the swell of her hips and then darting even lower to her pussy.

"God!" Rhonda gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes. Tracey's pussy was absolutely hairless. Her soft triangle of pussy hair was missing and there was only pretty pink skin in its place.

"It looks sexy that way, doesn't it?" Tracey giggled. She parted her thighs. Rhonda could see her puffy, soft, sweet-looking pussylips, shining with glistening drops of cream.

"I… I… I…" Rhonda stuttered. She couldn't help but stare at Tracey's exciting, bald cunt.

"It's a real blast, shaving your pussy," Tracey giggled. "Men go absolutely wild over it. They can hardly wait to stick their tongue in and lick all that pink soft skin. You ought to try it, Rhonda. I bet Bill would love it."

"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned. She clamped her legs tightly together. For some strange reason the sight of Tracey's hairless cuntlips excited her beyond belief. She felt her pussy twitching and creaming.

"I'll bet if you shaved your pussy, that would make Bill's eyes pop out," Tracey said. "Why don't you do it, right now? I'll help you."

Rhonda thought of Bill's shocked face and she started laughing. The idea really appealed to her. Maybe she could shock some life into Bill at that. She could tell him that she read about it in a model's magazine. He would never need to know about Tracey. She nodded her bead eagerly.

"Okay, I'll do it," she replied. "I think it would be fun. I can imagine the expression on Bill's face when he finds my pussy all bare."

"Go get a razor and some shaving cream," Tracey instructed. "Bring a couple of towels too. We'll do it right here. I'll even do it if you want me to."

In a couple of seconds Rhonda was back with everything. She let Tracey spread her out on the bed. She giggled nervously.

"Be careful," she warned. "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Sure," Tracey assured her. "I'm not that drunk. Here. Let me get some of this shaving cream on it."

Tracey squirted the shaving cream on the palm of her hand. Then she reached out and began to coat Rhonda's soft pussy hair.

"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned. "Oh, Tracey that feels so good." She blushed in embarrassment. Even though what Tracey was doing was perfectly innocent, it was turning her on like nothing had before. She could feel the wild thrills shoot through her cunt and center in her throbbing little clit. She wiggled a little and spread her legs so Tracey's fingers would brush against her clit.

"Mmmmm," Tracey grinned. "You're getting horny, aren't you?"

Rhonda blushed even deeper, "Yes," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Tracey. I just can't help it. It feels so good when you touch me like that."

Tracey bent over her with the razor. "Now just hold still and we'll have this done in a jiffy," she said. "Then we can take care of that nice, bald horny pussy."

The razor streaked swiftly over Rhonda's pussy hair. In no time at all she was done. Rhonda's mound was completely devoid of hair, pink and sweet and bald. Tracey wiped off the shaving cream carefully and patted Rhonda's pussy dry. "Now you can look," she said.

Rhonda looked down. Her pussy looked so strange. It reminded her of when she was a little girl, before her hair had gown. It made her feel all girlish and virginal again. She giggled delightedly.

"Oh, it looks funny," she chuckled. "It's nice, but it looks really funny."

"It may look funny to you, but it'll really turn the men on," Tracey promised. "Just look at my pussy for a second and you'll see what I mean. Just watch. Doesn't it make you want to lick and suck my pussy yourself?"

Rhonda stared. She felt the horny feelings in her pussy grow stronger and stronger. She watched the tips of Tracey's fingers trail lightly over her puffy pussylips and grasp them firmly.

She pulled them apart with her fingers and Rhonda could see all the satiny-smoothness of her moist pink pussy. Her finger traced up the smooth glistening groove and brushed lightly across her bright, stiff clit. Rhonda could see how Tracey's horny little clit trembled when her fingers brushed against it. Her own clitty throbbed in response.

"Oooooh," Rhonda moaned. "Oh, Tracey… stop. It's so sexy… it's just so sexy I don't know what to do."

Tracey giggled. "Just watch a little more," she breathed, making her fingertip roll around her little clit again.

Rhonda couldn't tear her eyes away. Tracey's pussy looked like it was unfolding. Her cuntlips were the petals of a flower and they stretched out until her inner pussy blossomed into view. Her little dark pussyhole was leaking out glistening drops of cream.