Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

I knew what it would be but I let her ask anyway. "Shave me?" I asked. "Why, for Christ's sake?"

"You'll love it," she promised. "Besides, Roy is going to be very partial to hairless gashes when I get through with him. The feedback will help you."

Why, the conceited little twat! What made her think Roy would ever give her a tumble? I wouldn't let him! Kendy might be my favorite girl in all the world, but that didn't mean I was ready to share my favorite man with her. Not just yet, anyway.

But when she went to the bathroom adjoining, I went with her, docile and curious. Maybe shaving my cunt would be just the thing. Her bare prettiness turned me on, and so might mine do to Roy.

Kendy sat me down on the edge of the tub and had me spread. I did, while she put a fresh blade in my razor and lathered her hands with soap. Her fingers tickled when she soaped my beaver up, and it probably wasn't necessary for her to stick two of them inside my twat. It was no accident, because she giggled and screwed with them till I moaned and she reluctantly stopped.

The whole process took not more than ten minutes, and when she wiped away the remaining suds, I could see my pussy, shining naked as a baby's.

"Gee," I said. "It looks funny."

Kendy reached out with her fingers. Her touch was electric upon the newly bared flesh of my cunt-mound. I'd never had an especially hairy pussy, but I hadn't been bald down there since I was eleven or twelve. To have the skin naked now, and to have that freshly naked skin touched by her fingers. I grabbed her hand and pulled it against my gash. "Do me now!" I said. "Here, now."

Kendy didn't answer. She fought her hand free and replaced it with her mouth. Her lips parted as widely as they could and her teeth scraped my shaving stubble and her tongue glided up and down the velvety crease of my slit.

Being eaten by Kendy was like sitting in the middle of a symphony orchestra. She was the only girl I'd ever loved, but she was no virgin, sexwise, when she met me. And she'd profited by her experience. Of course it was I who was profiting now, as I jerked in delight with each stab of her tongue in my slit.

She bit the lips of my pussy, spread them with her fingers and sucked on the cunt meat inside till the rubbery red flesh seemed to be melting into ooze. Her fingers were strong as they split my gash, and my cunt-lips felt as if they were tearing, but they weren't. She parted them to their widest and tried to stick her whole face into my cunt! I felt her nose prodding at my cunt-hole, felt it being jostled by her sharp little chin, and from time to time she seized my clitty in her teeth, holding it gingerly but firmly.

It was too lovely for words! I held her head and tried to pull her inside my cunt so that Kendy could suck me from labes to womb and back again. She moaned into my split cunt and the flutter of her lips made me ache from head to toes. My nipples were out, big and hard, and if my neck could have stood the strain and twisting, I'd have leaned over and sucked them myself. As it was, I took them in my fingers and squeezed like hell, digging the soft yielding flesh, torturing myself to make the delight so much more intense.

Kendy pulled her face away from my box and arched up on her knees. What was she going to do? She'd quit eating my cunt, the slut! I was ready to cuff her cheeks and make her get back to work when I saw her take one plump titty in hand. She leaned into my spread crotch, tit leading, and I felt the nipple tease the lips of my cunt. "Oh," I whined softly.

And she fucked me with that long, thick nipple of hers! It squiggled between my split pussy-flaps, wormed around inside, seeming to grow longer and thicker as she probed with it.

In my mouth her nipple was delicious. In my cunt her nipple was heavenly! Kendy worked on my snatch with it for what seemed an eternity, then she replaced it with her other jug. And she giggled and laughed as she screwed me with her tits, apparently on the verge of a fresh, big orgasm herself.

"Oh, come up here, you bitch!" I whispered shrilly, and I lifted her by the shoulders.

Kendy rose easily and anxiously, her mouth brushing back and forth on mine. She tasted scrumptious, for her lips were wet with my cunt-cream, and I licked it away joyfully.

"Now let me…" and I bent my head, drawing one of her stiff wet nipples inside. Here the taste of my pussy was even stronger and I drank it down my gullet hungrily. I must have chewed and bitten her tits, too, for she moaned and tried to fight herself free.

But I mollified Kendy with a finger that stabbed right into her cunt and she began to hump it in a frenzy of eagerness, bouncing up and down. Her left hand wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to the tit that already clogged my mouth, and she used her right hand to prong my cunt.

We rocked and reeled there, where I sat on the edge of the tub, and since we didn't fall and bash our heads on the porcelain, I can only assume that there must really be a God somewhere who looks after horny young girls. How we'd ever untangle the knot we were in I couldn't guess. It didn't even seem important as we bucked and fucked oar way to a come that left both of us gasping on the fuzzy floor rug.

When we bounced to the floor, her head was pointing one way and mine the other. I took that as a sign from above, so I threw myself onto her pussy for some more eating. She whined in protest, but she opened her legs all the same and her shaven gash winked wide for my fingers and tongue. At the same time I rammed her face with my own cunt and she took a hearty mouthful.

I stabbed her cunt-hole with my fingers while I sucked, her clitty, and that stubby lump was so warm and wet I could scarcely hold it between my lips. "Come on, you bastard," I told it again and again while I tried to capture it, and the flutter of my words must have been shock-waves in the narrow constriction of Kendy's pussy. Each time I spoke, each time I breathed, even, she jerked in response and soaked my fingers with juice.

She's peeing on me, I thought, and she was! I could smell the unmistakable odor and it was making a wet puddle on my arms and on the floor beneath us.

I didn't even think about the hazards of licking the stuff. I just smashed my face into her cunt and tongued her box for all I was worth. The flow of her piss ceased anyway, leaving behind only its strong but pleasant scent, and it didn't taste half-bad either, when I licked away the salty drops that still moistened her gash.

She knew she was pissing herself and it seemed to drive her crazy. I felt her bite my clitoris and I moaned loud and long, half-afraid she'd ruined my passion-bud. But I was too far gone to worry about it, so I just kept whipping her face with my scorching, wet, newly bald cunt, giving her no choice but to dish out more of that fine, funky gobbling. Till I exploded like a bursting star, and it was all over, baby!

I couldn't repress the twitching of my face long enough to kiss her. I just rolled onto my back and shook and trembled on the floor, half in a puddle of piss, my finger still buried knuckle deep in her sucking, ripping cunt-hole. It was all right.

We cleaned ourselves up, of course, and we wiped up the floor, too. Then it was into the tub for a quick bath, and the touch of her soft, insinuating fingers on my bald cunt-mound was almost a directive for us to get it on once more. I fought the impulse, and so did Kendy, for we were both too fucking tired to even think about more fucking. We dried each other gingerly, trying not to arouse, and we got dressed.

"You know," she said with a smug smile, "you've never even asked me about the boy situation around these parts. Or have you gone lesbo full-time now? Or are you getting your kicks already and don't need to scout out local talent?"