Michele trimmed closer around my balls, across my perineum, and around my anus. I guessed she was making Suz’s later shaving task easier.
Michele stepped back and admired her barbering.
“All finished,” she observed, “Jake, you can put your legs down. I’ve cut away all the hair next to your cock except that little bit you can see. Test him, Suz. See if he still tickles.”
Watching my cock’s being engulfed by a gorgeous redhead hardly is my idea of a test, but they wanted a test and that’s what Suz came up with. Actually, it’s a bit deceiving to say that Suz “came up” with anything. She “went down.” Did she ever go down. She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock, claiming no more than a single finger’s worth of cock and three fingers’ worth of testicle. She opened her mouth, centered my cock and pushed her nose into what formerly was my pubic hair. She pulled back, but only for a moment. She buried her nose a second time and then a third time and then a fourth time. It was beginning to tingle down there.
“Does he tickle, Suz?”
Suz just licked her lips and grinned as her crimson-tipped nails raked across my sac as though they were tines smoothing weathered stones in a tranquil Japanese garden.
“Good, I see he doesn’t tickle you. Thank you, babe. Here’s a quick kiss for your assistance.”
There was nothing quick about Michele and Suz’s kiss. Michele reached behind Suz’s head and grabbed a handful of hair. She pulled Suz’s head right to the head of my cock where their mouths met. Actually, I suppose one could argue that three mouths met, if my urethra were considered my little head’s mouth. They slowly licked at each other’s mouths from opposite sides of my cock as they descended from the tip to the base of me. As for me, I saw hair: wild, unruly red hair and straight, shiny, dark hair. Their hair tickled my thighs, my stomach, my groin and my cock, as their lips, their tongues and even their teeth traveled up and down the length of me. Much to my chagrin, they broke their kiss.
“Yum, you tasted so good, Suz, that I didn’t want to stop. I’m ready now. It’s time to bury this thing in my throat.”
True to her statement, Michele took me deep in one motion. She bobbed a few times, pulled her mouth from me and announced, “I love that full feeling. He didn’t tickle one bit. I think we’ve solved the trimming issue.
“Let me just finish up here. A few more snips just to even things up all over and we’re done. There you go, Jake. One trimmed pubic area. Welcome to the club.”
“Thanks, Michele. It was a pleasure being initiated.”
Suz took over. She went to the bathroom, turned on the tap and soaked two hand towels in the hottest water the tap would give. She placed them in a bowl which she filled with that same scalding water and returned to the bed. She wrapped my sac in one of the hot, dripping wet towels and held it against me with pulsating fingers while she and Michele took turns licking my cock and teasing each other’s mouths. When Suz judged my skin sufficiently soft for shaving, she removed the towel and applied a gel shaving cream she’d found in one of my drawers.
Michele held my cock in her two small hands and tilted it upward to facilitate Suz’s next step.
Suz wetted a new razor in the bowl of hot water and told me to hold still. She slid a finger across the path she intended to shave. She pinched the skin at the bottom of my sac and pulled, stretching that skin into a tight, flat plane capable of being shaved. She touched the razor’s hot metal to my skin and drew the blade north to south.
My skin erupted with sensation as my ears believed they heard the slow slaughter of each and every hair attempting to stand in the unrelenting blade’s path. It was not an unpleasant experience.
Michele’s hands on my cock remained still while Suz wielded the blade against my skin. At the finish of each of Suz’s strokes, Michele’s fingers roamed up and down my cock, tapping out what I convinced myself was the erotic rhythm of Ravel’s Bolero.
Suz continued shaving all around my sac in similar fashion: tracing her intended path, pinching skin, pulling, applying and then drawing the blade. Soon my sac was bare.
“Okay, Michele, I need you to climb on Jake and pull his legs back as far as you can so I have easy access to the rest of what’s down here. Here’s where we get really delicate, big guy.”
Michele did exactly as her blade-wielding partner asked. She placed one knee along side each of my ears, leaned forward, grabbed my legs and lifted. As she did, she naturally lowered herself onto my face until there was an anus on my nose, a cunt on my mouth and a clit on my chin. I laid there as still as I could and allowed my tongue to do what came naturally.
Suz seated herself on a small stool she’d found under the counter in the bathroom and was eyes to eye with my cyclopean orifice. She applied another hot washcloth followed by shaving cream as before. Somehow, as she was drawing her finger across her intended path, that finger slipped and plunged into my hole. My reaction almost bucked poor Michele off my face. Suz feigned a quick, “oops,” withdrew the finger and continued her technique.
Occasionally, as Suz leaned forward to get an up close look at her progress, either her finger accidentally slipped into my anus or her open mouth accidentally bumped into my now rigid barbers pole and somehow slid a few inches over its top, or both.
All those sensations and images coupled with the remarkable scent of Michele’s cunt, coupled with women’s previous pumps across my cock, coupled with my having been fellated by the same two beautiful women, and coupled with Suz’s little slips-of-a-finger and slips-of-her-mouth caused me to believe that I actually was growing harder with each stroke of her razor. In any event, I was beginning to feel serious tightening down there. I didn’t know exactly what they had in mind for me when they finished shaving, but if I were a betting man, I’d bet the farm their goal involved the forcible extraction of some man-cum.
“Ah, Suz,” I began slowly, “You might want to take it easy with your mouth down there.”
“Why’s that, Jake?”
“Well, let me explain. Imagine that you’d just been fingered almost to completion by a beautiful woman. Then, imagine that two beautiful women had gone down on you one right after the other and…”
“Yea, yea, yea. What’s your point, Jake?” Michele interrupted.
“My point is that if you keep playing with my cock like that and Suz continues squeezing and otherwise stimulating my balls and anus like she’s doing, I’m not likely to last much longer.”
“Oh, Jake. Be quiet and enjoy.”
Just then I felt Suz apply another hot wet cloth to my entire perineal area as she wiped me clean of any remaining shaving cream.
“All finished. Jake, you’re as bald as—well—me down there,” she announced.
Finally, I thought to myself as Michele began to grind herself against my face.
“Get off of him, Michele. You and I have business down here.”
“Oh, Suz, it feels awfully good up here.”
“I know, sweetie. I’ve been up there myself, but right now, you’re needed down here.”
“Oh, okay.”
Michele dismounted my face and joined her partner.
With my legs still pushed high, I felt two tongues explore me. I spread my legs as much as I could, both to give them greater access, but more importantly to allow me to watch. In truth, all I saw was hair: lots of shiny dark hair and almost as much kinky red hair. I felt fingers and tongues and lips and teeth—and hair.
Two heads pulled themselves away from me and the ever vigilant Michele began, “Jake, you’re really hard. You must have liked that shaving stuff. Suz and I need some man-cum though. Don’t worry about reciprocating, our good man. This one’s our treat. Just lie back and enjoy. Suz, do you want to stroke or do you want to suck?”
“I want both, Michele.”
“Okay, Suz. You take that side and I’ll take this side and we’ll both lick and stroke and suck on him until he cums.”
They did exactly that. Two tongues negotiated a trade agreement across the girth of my cock. They squeezed my balls. They pushed fingers into my anus. They took turns fellating my cock.
They moved in unison and they were an absolute joy to behold. They were two craftswomen, enjoying their trade.
I was close when they began and I did not retreat. Michele rose to her tippy toes and put her mouth over the head of my cock and plunged herself downward. She struck bottom, twisted her head and tried to go deeper. At the same time, Suz shoved two fingers into my ass. Like Michele with her mouth, Suz twisted and thrust those fingers. Whatever hands as were left squeezed my testicles. I couldn’t hold back. I groaned. I moaned. I squealed and…
Michele must have sensed when I would eject my first volley because one moment earlier she pulled her mouth off my cock, wrapped one hand in Suz’s hair and yanked Suz’s head to the winner’s circle directly in front of my cock. Both women replaced Michele’s mouth on my cock with one of their hands.
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