Lu-Ann Ch. 02

Recap from “Lu-Ann” Could I be bisexual? A lesbian?

Or am I just a nasty little horny slut who will get her rocks off by any means possible?

Part 2

Cindy knew how to get a girl heated up. We broke off our little impromptu sexual fun when we heard someone approaching. I spent the rest of my shift at my register coyly glancing at the crotches of men and looking over at Cindy, who would lick her upper lip whenever she spotted me looking over at her.

I would shiver, knowing that she has a sexual interest in me. Between looking at men’s asses and crotches and reminiscing about the kiss with Cindy, my crotch panel was sodden with my lusty secretions.

During my break, I went to the lady’s room and quickly rubbed my little nubbin until I felt some relief. Leaving the lady’s room, Cindy cornered me and said, “You were rubbing your hot little clit,” as she smiled and licked her upper lip.

How the fuck did she know? I felt strangely hot and embarrassed at the same time. Our shifts ended at the same time. Cindy waited outside as I went and changed. When I got outside, she asked me to go to her apartment.

I searched for a reason to say no, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we went down the street. We reached her building and went inside. Cindy turned to me and locked her lips to mine as she hungrily sought out my tongue and mauled my bra-encased boobs.

She pushed her hand up under my top and continued to assault my boobs as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I never thought a girl could turn me on the way I felt turned on at that moment. Cindy pushed her door closed and pushed my top up over my head to remove it.

I was caught up in my own lusty feelings and just went along. Next, she deftly unsnapped my bra, as only a woman could do. She was gentile yet demanding, insistent, and urgent in her desire to strip me naked.

She lowered her head to my breasts and sucked my stone-hard nipples as she worked on removing my short skirt and sexy French-cut panties. She guided me into her bedroom while never letting up on her advances.

I just went along. I’m not sure why. I was caught up in the moment, naked in this lusty woman’s apartment, as she aggressively asserted her will over me. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud. A cloud of lust. Driven by my repressed sexuality.

I’m not sure what happened. I suddenly pushed my hands up under her blouse and bra. I cupped her firm breasts and squeezed them like soft, ripe fruit. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head as I unclasped the hooks holding her bra together.

She let her bra slide down her arms and drift to the floor. I lowered my head and captured her nipple in my mouth, nibbling on it and turning it stone hard. She hissed and cooed as she muttered, “Yes, Lu-Ann.” No other words were necessary as I chewed on her nipples and she unsnapped her work slacks and pushed them down over her flared hips.

We both fell onto her bed as she flipped me to my back and slithered down my torso while tracing a wet trail of saliva from my boobs to my vagina. I raised my knees as she zeroed in on my clitoris and used her tongue to beat my clit like a drum.

I felt as if my core had exploded as I gushed a very wet, climactic cum into her mouth and all over her face. Caught up in the feeling, I flipped her to her back and went down on her. I was blown away. I’ve never seen a grown woman without pubic hair.

She smelled fresh and clean. She looked like a prepubescent female. I centered my attention on her clitoris and sucked it into my mouth as if I were dying of hunger. She grabbed two fists full of my hair and humped my face as she moaned and came all over my mouth and face.

Later, I lay there and pondered whether or not I was a lesbian. I actually enjoyed the act. I felt as if what we did was natural. Sexy and loving. I then asked Cindy why she was bald down there. She replied that she liked the feeling and felt cleaner.

She said that having her twat hair all matted with a man’s cum felt dirty and slimy. I looked at her and said, “I never thought of that.”

She replied, “Really?” Then her eyes lit up as she squealed, “Oh my god, you’ve never been fucked.”

I looked down in shame. I didn’t have to admit my lack of male experience; my beet-red face told her.

Then she said, “Seriously, you need to shave that beaver unless you want to go home at night with a cum rug.”

Again, I turned beet red with embarrassment.

Cindy then said, “Lu-Ann, you have to shave it off.”

“But what if I cut myself?”

She then said, “I’ll give you your first shave if you want, but then you are on your own.”

I responded, “You will?”

“Yes,” she said as she got up and went to her bathroom and came back with towels, shaving soap, a razor, scissors, and a washcloth.

I was dumbfounded, scared, and excited all at the same time. I was about to let my coworker and friend shave my most intimate girly parts.

She instructed me to scoot over to the edge of the bed with a towel. She then started trimming my pubic growth, which she referred to as a cum rug, with the scissors. Every time I felt the coolness of the steel scissors on my flesh, I prayed she wouldn’t cut me down there.

Next, she took a warm, wet washcloth and moistened my crotch hairs, then soaped them up. Finally, after a few minutes that felt like hours, she deftly whisked all of my golden pubic hair away with the razor.

After that, she rinsed the washcloth and wiped my vagina clean, handing me a hand-held mirror to inspect my denuded girly parts. OMG, I was completely smooth and free of pubic hair! My cum mat or rug was gone.

Then Cindy leaned in and kissed my mound and said, “You’re now ready to become a cum bucket.”

I giggled, and she laughed. Then she said, “You are on the pill, correct?”

I responded, “Yes, mommy Cindy.”

Cindy replied, “Good, it would be a shame to get such a beautiful twat knocked up.”

I blushed again in embarrassment and said, “Why must you be so vulgar?”

Cindy laughed and said, “Beaver, cunt, twat.” Get over it. Men will call you all of those. But never a vagina.

I knew she was right. I wanted to stay longer, but Mom would be home soon. I got up to get dressed and attempted to pull up my french cut underwear when Cindy grabbed them and said, “Souvenir!”

I told her I couldn’t go out without underwear, and she laughed and said, “Do it!” Feel the air against your freshly shaved twat, and you’ll be so excited by the time you get home that you’ll cum on the spot.

I retorted, “Are you crazy? What if someone sees my naked bottom?”

Cindy laughed and said, “They’ll get a free show.” “Besides, it’s only two blocks back to the store to get to your car.” She then hugged me and said, “Now run along like a good little free-spirited slut,” as she finished by kissing me and squeezing my naked ass.

I retorted, “I’m not a slut!”

She said, “You’re my slut,” as she swatted my ass.

I walked out of her apartment and onto the street. It was very warm, with a slight breeze. The air was drying the moisture between my legs, reminding me that I was naked below, with nothing but a skirt covering the damning evidence of my naughty actions.

It was exhilarating to know that under my skirt, my freshly shaven sex was naked to the world, and only Cindy and I knew. I felt so dirty, horny, and sexy. My mom would shit. Even as promiscuous as she is, she is always dressed properly.

I made it to my car and unlocked the door. In the process of removing the key from the door, I dropped my key ring. I stooped to retrieve them when I realized that Todd, the store manager, had already bent to retrieve them.

I felt a flash of heat across my face as embarrassment swept across me, realizing I had just flashed my naked, shaved vagina. I’m not sure if he saw my nakedness, but I was actually hoping he did.

He cleared his throat as he handed me my keys and softly said, I believe you are missing an article of clothing. I could have died. I was totally embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.

I quickly grabbed the keys and opened my car door. He wrapped his arm around my torso and lifted my skirt, exposing my naked truth. His head nuzzled my neck as his fingers parted my shaven, naked vaginal lips.

I swooned from the digital assault on my clitoris. His other hand reached for my breast and squeezed it firmly. I could feel his ridged penis against my ass. I turned to break free, and he seized the moment to lock lips with me as he mauled my breasts and dragged his finger up my moist slit over my clitoris.

He spun me around, facing my car, as he unzipped his pants and exposed his penis. He then pushed himself against my bare bottom. I felt the heat of his rigid penis as he hunched down and centered himself, inserting the head of his penis into my vagina.

I was so wet that he was able to push into me with little effort. He was inside of me! His naked penis was buried in my vagina. He wasted no time as he started plunging his cock in and out of my twat while mauling my boobs.

I was shocked and thrilled as he set a rhythm and plunged himself into me as he hissed, “Yes!” Lu-Ann, Yesss! I grunted as I pushed my ass back at him, warmly accepting his invading cock. My first live, real cock! The best part was that he was the one I wanted to take me.

I dreamed of him plundering me as I wrapped my legs around his torso and drew out his male sperm to flood my inner vagina with his seed. But here I was, up against my car, with him standing behind me, filling my vagina with his cock as he nutted, flooding my twat with his sperm.

I actually mentally referred to my vagina as a twat. Cindy was right. My vagina is a twat, a cunt, and a pussy. And it is a hungry, wet, horny twat. Todd grunted, and I felt a warm flood of liquid inside of me. He pushed himself up against me as his cock jerked inside of me.

He was finished. He pulled out of me, and I felt the air drying the wetness between my legs as the moisture seeped out of my twat. He spun me around and kissed me deeply, then said, “I have to get back inside.”