The Barber 1 - Sex Stories

The Barber 1

... the last of the hair from the outside of her bikini. I put the trimmer down and looked into my daughter's eyes. There was something there I'd never seen before. Arousal. And lust. “That felt good, daddy,” she said. “But my … pussy feels funny, now.” “How so, baby?” I asked, dreading her answer. “It's all … tingly,” she said. “And, um, wet. Almost like I peed myself.” “That's natural, Lex,” I said, trying to play down what had happened, to distract her from the obviously sexual nature of the feelings. “Go ahead and take you panty off,” I said, my voice catching as I words I never thought I'd be saying to my daughter. “Let's get this over with.” “Why are you sweating, daddy?” Alexis asked as she lifted her hips and slid the damp bikini bottom down her legs and off her feet. “It's, um, hot in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring at Alexis' 13-year-old pussy. “No, daddy,” she said, dropping the tiny scrap of material on the floor and spreading her legs wide. “It's really not.” Oh, crap, I thought. Alexis just laid there, back propped against the mirror and legs wide open, a slight grin on her face. “You gonna finish my pussy, daddy?” she said, twitching her hips upward slightly. “Use the trimmer again. That felt good.” I picked up the trimmer in a slightly shaky hand. I flicked it on, the buzzing sound seeming loud in the quiet bathroom, and brought the edge of the blades into position. I had to take a deep breath to still the shaking in my hand, forcing myself to concentrate ...

... on what I was doing. But that didn't exactly help. I brought the vibrating blades into contact with her skin, right at the junction of her crotch and leg. Alexis moaned, which triggered a sympathetic groan from me. She also twitched her ass, which drove her mons slightly sideways. The rapidly-moving blades of trimmer sheared an inch-wide path through her downy pubes. “Shit,” I said. “You've got to hold still, baby. I could have cut you.” “Oh, darn,” Alexis said, looking down at her crotch. “That looks horrible, daddy. Now we'll have to cut it all off, won't we.” I looked up at her. Alexis stared back at me, her eyes wide and innocent. To this day, I don't know if she did that on purpose or not. I placed my left on on her stomach, pulling up to stretch the skin of her mons and make it easier to trim. Each time the trimmer passed near her clitoris, Alexis would moan. I could feel her fighting to keep from thrusting her hips again. With a few deft strokes, I had most of her pubes laying in a small pile on vanity beside her. I took a new grip on her stomach, moving the trimmer in closer to the top of her slit to clean up the last remaining hair there. Alexis was groaning constantly now, and I could see the beginnings of moisture forming between her flowering pussy lips. As I swiped the last of the hair away, I pulled the trimmer back. Alexis moaned in protest, grabbed my hand and f***ed the blunt end of the trimmer hard, directly into her clit. “Oh, god, daddy!” she exclaimed. ...