Rachel's Shaved Pussy chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Shaved Pussy chapter 1

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The others left one by one, and Kirsty and I retired to her bedroom. Kirsty threw her stuff, including her new gifts, onto her bed, and the shaver rolled off to sit on its own, separate from the pile. I could not take my eyes off it. “What’s it like, having no pubic hair,” I asked?

“You mean you have never tried it?” she asked back, incredulously. “You must! It feels so much better. Especially now, with this new shaver. I feel like a star.”

“A porn star?” I asked, jokingly.

“Well…” she surprised me by responding. “All I am saying is, you should definitely do it. Now all my hair is gone, I am never, EVER going back to the way it was before. In fact…” She reached for the shaver, and pointed imperiously to a spot on the carpeted floor. “Sit. And spread your legs.”

I was about to resist, but there was something commanding about her. She seemed to have a new confidence since she had emerged from that bathroom, and I found myself automatically obeying her. When she instructed me to take off my white cotton panties, I did so without thinking. She looked at my thick bush, and tutted. “This will never do. Let’s get rid of it.” She laid down a sheet of newspaper under my legs, and got to work.

As soon as the device touched my skin, just below my belly button, I flinched. It was not painful, it was just surprising. The vibration rumbled through my skin, stimulating it for centimetres around. Kirsty paused, but I nodded at her to continue. She slid the shaver ...

... down, and hair seemed to slip off my skin as if it had just been resting there unanchored. She went to either side, then lower down, stripping thick curls wherever it went.

The stimulation was also definitely getting to me. A tingling became a heat, which became a pulsing need. Kirsty’s gown had fallen open, exposing her perfectly bulbed breasts whenever she sat up, and the dressing gown draped appealingly over her rounded hips when she leaned in close. Her warm breath on my crotch was suddenly the most intense feeling I had ever experienced, and as an up-stroke touched the top of my vagina, it tipped me over the edge.

Pleasure spread through my body, starting at my nethers and rolling outward. It was all I could do to stop myself from bucking as my loins took fire. “Oh, God, YES!” I whispered, touching the back of Kirsty’s blonde head, and she looked up to me with intense eyes and a wicked grin.

A short while later, she was done. To my astonishment, there was no stubble, no greying from the roots of my dark hairs, just child-like smoothness. Kirsty put down the shaver, but stayed where she was, about 6 inches from my vulva. Unlike hers, it did not protrude, seeming like just a short, smooth slit in my skin. “You have a beautiful pussy,” she murmured, and before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed it. I gasped, but it felt so good that I smiled when she looked up, and nodded. She nodded back, stuck out her tongue, and started licking with fervour.

It was ...