This seemed to reassure Sangeeta, and she watched as Emma’s elegant hand reached out, with her manicured and painted nails (courtesy of Julia) and wrapped around my shaft. “This part’s very solid and smooth, apart from those ridges, and where there’s a vein on top and that line underneath. Look. You can move your hand up and down easily.”
She stroked my shaft a couple of times, then stroked the smooth skin of my glans. “This bit’s very soft and smooth. Look. You can squeeze it and it’s not hard like the rest. Have to be careful though. This is the sensitive bit. We don’t want Dean shooting his load on us. Not yet, anyway.”
Her hand moved down and cupped my balls. “You must feel these. The bag’s all wrinkly, but you can feel the balls inside. They’re rock hard. Just be gentle – don’t want to hurt him. It’s also a bit hairy round them. If the hair was soft and smooth, it’d be fine, but it’s not. It’s all coarse like our pubes – well – yours. I’d like to shave them off.” She put her head on one side, coquettishly. “Maybe that’s another forfeit.”
Having been manipulated, and feeling rather like a model for a sex education class, I relaxed. I had been holding my breath as Emma touched me, wondering if she was serious about some of the future forfeits. I was massively turned on, and knew that I would go along with pretty much anything – after all, Julia had said it was ok.
Next roll of the dice saw Emma lose. I grinned. I knew exactly what I wanted from her. “Your forfeit,” I smiled, “is to let me fondle your left boob – and let Sangeeta fondle the right.”
Emma giggled. She lay back on the bed and I sat beside her, stroking the flesh of her soft mound. Sangeeta was reluctant, and it took Emma grabbing her hand and guiding it to make her participate. We stroked the soft, milky white flesh, and as I began to circle a nipple with my finger, Sangeeta replicated my movement. Her confidence grew by the second, and as I pinched the rock-hard nipple, standing firm, like bubble gum, Sangeeta did the same.
“San,” breathed Emma – she was panting a little – “touch mine like you would your own.”
Sangeeta pressed harder, squeezing, pulling up, lifting the nipple up. I know Julia liked hers to be treated quite roughly, but this surprised me. Emma closed her eyes, arched her back and sighed. “Sorry.” Sangeeta blurted, letting go. “I like it when mine hurt a little. Is that wrong?
Emma instantly reassured her. “Fuck, no. I love it. It’s not for everyone, but it’s perfect for me.”
“Julia likes it too,” I informed them. I wondered if telling Emma about her mum’s sexual preferences might be inappropriate, but decided to go ahead anyway. “I’ve known girls who prefer a more gentle approach, but liking a little pain isn’t wrong.” I thought. “Does ‘touching’ apply to hands only? Maybe Sangeeta’d like to see how it feels to suck a nipple.”
“Go for it,” Emma said, enthusiastically. I lowered my head, taking a nipple between my lips and sucking. Twisting, I saw Emma drawing Sangeeta’s head down, and watched as her mouth opened, drawing in the nipple, pressing down with her lips. Together, we sucked and mouthed the distended and mis-shapen nubs, making Emma cry out with pleasure – only objecting at one point – “Bite hard, if you want – but no teeth!”
My forfeit was obvious, and it seemed that Sangeeta had crossed the Rubicon. At first, it seemed as if she was scared my cock would break, but with prompting from Emma, she soon took a firm grip of my shaft, stroking my full length before moving to the head. She stroked first, making it twitch with pleasure, then squeezed, watching the eye at the tip wink at her. Then she reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing gently, checking their shape.
“It’s hard to get a proper idea with this hair,” she commented, “it’d be easier if they were shaved.” She looked at Emma and grinned, as her move from uncertain to confident gathered pace.
On the next roll of the dice, Sangeeta lost her knickers. There was just the briefest flicker of uncertainty, then she pushed them down and off. Unlike Emma, Sangeeta had a full bush of pubic hair – black, wiry and almost entirely obscuring her pussy. It ran across her thighs and only stopped at the top of her knickers – about an inch below her navel. Unreasonably, I felt rather cheated by this.
By now, I knew how this was likely to progress, so I was unsurprised when Emma asked to taste me.
I almost pulled back as her face neared my glans, but held steady as she tasted first with her tongue, running the full length of my erection, then took me in her mouth, sliding up and down slowly. In truth, she could have done with some training, but I was not about to comment. I really did not want this to finish too quickly.
By now, as we all sat naked, the game was becoming a bit pointless. We decided to dispense with the dice and just tell one another what we wanted, in turn. Emma started.
“You two need shaving.” Sangeeta gasped and looked unsure, maybe worried what her mum or sister might think, but did not raise any objections. From her bedside drawer, Emma produced scissors, shaving cream and a razor. I went to the bathroom and got some water (her room was ensuite, and, due to her disability, there were many washing aids – a bowl, for example).
Obviously. I was first, and lay back as Emma trimmed the hair from my pubis and balls, extending beneath to the crack of my buttocks. Sangeeta helped, holding my cock out of the way, and when they had finished, I was left with a thin coating of stubble.
Emma smeared shaving cream all over, then offered Sangeeta the razor. “You start, then I’ll do the tricky bit.” I was seriously apprehensive about having my balls shaved – that wrinkly skin could easily be cut. Sangeeta shaved carefully, taking away all the hair above my cock and round the sides, before passing over the razor.
Emma made me spread my legs and shaved my perineum, then slowly and delicately went to work on my balls. In her favour, she was careful, and there were no cuts – however, it was a far from perfect job, and I took the razor from her in the end to finish off.
Finally, we rinsed me down and towelled dry. I gazed on my bald cock and balls, delighted. Things looked so much bigger, and I was confident that Julia would be delighted. Emma certainly was. She cooed about how amazing it looked, and I think Sangeeta was impressed too.
It was her turn next, and she lay back shyly. “Please,” she asked, “leave a little hair. It will seem odd to have none whatsoever.” We agreed and set to work.
Trimming away the excess took a while, but soon we could see her brown skin quite clearly beneath the thatch. We moved between her thighs, and were hardly surprised to find that the hair was wet, and we were met with her strong, musky scent. “Mmm,” mumbled Emma, “you smell gorgeous. Wonder if you taste as good?” She looked up meaningfully. I raised an eyebrow, and Sangeeta merely darkened a little with embarrassment at the idea of someone licking her pussy.
We coated her with shaving foam, and with each stroke of the razor, soft, brown skin was exposed. I began above her pussy and on to her thighs, leaving Emma to sort out anything close to the swollen pussy lips. Sangeeta had requested that some hair be left, so I decided a small runway would look good, still short, and stopping a centimetre above her slit.
Finally, we sat back and admired our work. Sangeeta’s pussy looked amazing. The brown lips pouted, glistening with her juices and offering just a glimpse of the pink flesh within. Emma found a small hand mirror, and Sangeeta looked right between her thighs.
“I have never seen my labia before,” she confided. “I thought it would look ugly – but it doesn’t. It’s pretty. I want to … I mean … do you mind if I open my lips to look more closely?”
It was a stupid question. Of course we didn’t mind. She parted the delicate lips, opening like a flower and revealing the pink, slick skin within, her clitoris, which was clearly engorged and quite large, and the small, black hole, ready to receive whatever she wanted to put inside.
Not to be outdone, Emma lay back and spread her lips, encouraging Sangeeta to look at her open pussy, appreciating the similarities between them, and the differences. Emma’s lips were less swollen, but her clit was huge – a blatant, solid nub, desperate to be touched.
After the mutual appreciation of their pussies, Emma was quick to make her next suggestion. “Oral. Dean. You go down on us first, show us how it’s done, then we’ll suck you. You need to tell us exactly how to do a blowjob, because I don’t think I did very well before. Then … we’ll see.”
Emma lay back as I pushed my head between her legs. I licked her clit gently. She tasted heavenly, and her light scent added a huge, erotic charge. She placed the stump of her missing leg on my shoulder. I lapped at her clit, then pressed it with my tongue and nibbled it with my teeth. My hand came beneath her thigh (much easier with someone with only half a leg) and I thrust my fingers into her hole and started thrusting.
Leave a Reply