Suz began the oval fucking motion she’d used so effectively with me in the morning. She rocked her hips back and forward as she rose and fell on the cock. Each fall landed her clitoris directly on Michele’s thick, dark, carefully-manicured triangle of pubic hair. Suz dragged herself backward across that wiry patch until she rose so only the cock’s head was inside her. Then she fell forward, impaling herself again on her invader.
Over and over Suz repeated her practiced oval, rocking the cock both inside her own vagina as well as inside Michele’s cunt.
As Suz fell forward, the cock stimulated Michele’s clit just as Michele’s patch stimulated Suz’s clitoris. The women rocked and rocked and rocked. They knew how to maximize both their own pleasure as well as their partner’s.
Their moans began and escalated until their voices merged. They bounced harder, knowing their end was near.
Michele landed first, only because she’d been there more recently. As her cries of joy subsided, Suz’s began and grew until she earned her own release and fell against Michele’s chest.
The women lay still for a moment until Suz rose and pulled the cock from Michele. Michele rolled onto her side and lifted her top leg. Suz repositioned herself so she also was on her side. Slowly, the women maneuvered themselves until their torsos fit between the other’s legs and the vees at their hips were joined. They began a slow grind against each other, each knowing there would be no more cums, but savoring the intense images of the other’s most intimate touch.
They remained together longer than normal, each considering the enormous impact inviting me to join them could have on their lives.
All too soon it was time for them to prepare for my return. They showered together for the second time today, each sensually cleaning the other. They dried each other and dressed themselves in the same starched shirts they’d worn earlier. They had a well-discussed plan in store for me and were ready when I arrived home a few minutes later.
* * *
As I pulled into my driveway after having played tennis, I saw two now familiar cars parked in the same positions they’d held this morning. I chuckled to myself as I parked and then entered my home.
“Hey there, is anyone home?”
“Come on up, Jake. We’ve been waiting for you,” Michele invited from the bedroom upstairs.
“Just a minute, guys, I’ve got one thing to take care of down here.”
“Just like a man, always making the womenfolk wait for him,” Suz teased from that same bedroom.
I laid a package on the kitchen counter, deposited my dirty clothes in the basket on top of the washer, tossed my tennis bag into my office, turned, and walked to the living room. I picked up the old green vase from its traditional position on the low, square, wooden coffee table in the middle of the living room. I carried it into the kitchen and pulled out last week’s flowers. I dumped the water and set the old flowers aside for a moment. I gave the vase a quick wash and refilled it with fresh water. I unwrapped the new flowers I’d picked up on the way home, clipped their stems, and arranged them in the vase. I wrapped the old flowers in the paper that previously held the new ones and deposited the old ones in the trash in the garage. I tidied up a bit and returned the vase to its home.
While still in the living room, I happened to glance upward toward the bedroom and caught two heads peeking at me from above the half-wall separating the bedroom from the living room.
“What are you doing down there?” Suz asked.
“Just replacing last week’s flowers. I picked up fresh ones on the way home from tennis.”
“You mean to tell us that you kept us waiting here all alone, just so you could go somewhere and buy flowers?” accused Michele.
“I guess I’m just an untrainable old-man-of-habit, Michele. It’s something I do every weekend. I’ll be right up.”
“You’re a good man, Jake,” Suz declared, as she gave me a slow nod of her head.
I noticed Michele nodding her head as well.
I climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. The women had moved the easy chairs and now were, sitting side-by-side in those chairs with their legs crossed. They wore the same unbuttoned dress shirts they’d been wearing when I’d left them earlier. Neither of them wore anything else.
“Jake, other than the obvious gender related differences, what would you say is the most apparent physical difference between Suz and me versus you?”
Suz followed up. “Watch, Jake. We’ll give you a not very subtle hint.”
I stared as two pair of legs uncrossed and spread themselves wider than I expected. Two pair of hands descended to naked pubic areas and began teasing themselves.
“Okay, at the risk of sounding stupid, I’ll jump right in. You’re both shaven down there and I’m not. Well, Suz, you’re completely shaven and Michele keeps that little upside-down triangular patch, but she certainly is better trimmed than I.”
“You see, Suz, I told you he’d figure it out.”
“You were right, sweetie. For a man, he’s not entirely without powers of observation. Oh, and Jake, it’s waxed, not shaven.”
“Doesn’t that hurt—a lot?”
“It’s just one of those pains we women put up with for you men—oops, did I say that? It’s my gift to Michele.”
“Jake, do I give good head?” asked Michele, laughing at her lover’s feeble attempt at man-guilting.
“Do I?” echoed Suz.
“You’re both excellent.”
“Do you like good head?” continued Suz.
“Very much.”
“Would you like to get more good head?”
“Of course, any man would, Michele.”
“There’s a problem with that.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked feigning genuine concern.
“You tickle too much,” Suz complained.
“Yeah. You’re too hairy,” Michele followed with a firm nod of her head.
“We’d like to solve that problem,” Suz offered.
“How do you propose doing that?”
“We’d like to shave you. Actually, we’d prefer to shave you completely, but we’ll bet that none of those guys with whom you play tennis are shaven, are they?
“No, Michele. I’ve seen most of them in the locker room and no one’s either shaven or trimmed…” I glanced at Suz and added, “…or waxed.”
“That’s what we thought. Here’s our proposal. Understand, we don’t want to embarrass you with your friends, but we need to take action. We propose to trim part of you and to shave part of you.”
“Well, Suz, which part do you propose trimming and which part do you propose shaving?”
“We want to shave everything from where your cock meets your balls, all the way back to and including your derriere and we’re going to trim all the rest. Do you think you can handle that?”
Little do they know how hairless I was down there just a few months ago from the chemo treatments for my cancer, I chuckled to myself.
“Just like you two announced a few hours ago, I’m freshly showered, squeaky clean, and I smell good. Would now be an acceptable time to begin?”
“Take off your pants and any skivvies you’re wearing. You’ll see some towels spread out on your bed. Hop right up there, pubes up. We’re all set up and ready for you,” Suz ordered.
“First things first, guys,” I announced, as I left the room and headed downstairs. Arriving on the main floor, it didn’t take long to find the CD I wanted. Suddenly the house was filled with the music and lyrics from Hair, the title song of the incredible, 1960s musical by the same name.
I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night
Hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low
Don’t ask me why
Don’t know
It’s not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
I hurried back upstairs to be greeted by two arms-folded, toe-tapping, impatient women. “Nice song, Jake,” Suz spoke up, “but that one line, ‘Gimme head with hair, ‘just ain’t happenin’ no more. Now, strip from the waist down and get yourself up there.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.
“And don’t you ‘Ma’am’ me again, mister.”
“Sorry, Suz,” I grinned.
Being wise enough not to argue any further with the loss of incredible head as a threatened consequence, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled. Suddenly, I was without pants. My two practiced thumbs hooked themselves beneath the elastic band holding up my white cotton briefs and pulled down. Two small steps later I was naked from the waist down. The trip to the bed was quick and I was ready.
“Ok, Jake,” said Michele. “As you might be able to tell by comparing Suz’s handiwork with mine, she’s more into complete hair removal and I’m more into trimming. Therefore, I’ll begin the ceremonies with a frontal trimming and then she’ll finish you up with a shave down below. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready, Michele. Just be careful down there,” I cautioned.
“Don’t worry, Jake. I have at least a short term interest in the continued functionality of this thing here.”
“At least short term you say?”
“At least, Jake. Now shut up and get hard. Suz, come over here and hold this thing of Jake’s so that it’s out of my way. Oh, and while you’re holding it, see if you can do something about its disgusting limp condition.”
Suz smiled one of her most teasing smiles, grabbed me, and in one gulp, covered all of me with her mouth.
“No, Suz. Not like that,” Michele complained, “I can’t get in there and cut if you’re giving head.”
“Oops,” is all Suz offered as she withdrew her head and replaced it with her hand. She began with four fingers on the bottom and one thumb on top of my cock. She pulled with one hand, then replaced it with the other. She pulled again and replaced again. Those slow, teasing strokes along the length of my cock were designed to stimulate that most sensitive underside of my cock and send shivers through my entire groin.
Michele, scissors in hand, began snipping all around the base of my cock.
The occasional touch of cold metal to warm skin pushed a sense of erotic vulnerability into my mind.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched the women work. Michele didn’t take long to accomplish her goal of a trim. I’d guess she left only a short number two buzz cut between my navel and my cock. She told me to lay back and pull my legs up. Suz helped as she sat on the bed next to me and held my legs with one hand, as she continued stroking my rapidly hardening cock with the other hand.
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