Rachel's Shaved Pussy chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Shaved Pussy chapter 1

... incredible. She would tease apart my vagina lips with her tongue, find the nub at the top, and suck it between her glistening lips. Then her tongue would dart across, stimulating back and forth on both sides of my labia. Then she would dive in, her tongue penetrating deep between my folds and curling around in a way I had never imagined before. Then she started the cycle again.

For a while, as her golden head bobbed in my lap, the only sounds in the room were occasional slurps, but slowly two sets of heavy breathing came into the mix, rising in volume. My breath became gasps, then quiet moans, and eventually a final short shriek as my second orgasm in 20 minutes or so hit me. I could not resist grabbing the back of Kirsty’s head and pressing it deep into my bald cleft as I bucked and rode the high, my naked bosom heaving (I could not remember taking off my top and bra, but they were all the way across the room now). Then I fell back to lie on the floor, my breath labouring through my widely grinning lips.

Kirsty emerged into view on top of me, and her lips planted on mine. Our tongues duelled, and I realized that I could still taste myself on her. It wasn’t the sour, stale flavour I had always feared, but sharp and tangy. “I could get used to this taste,” I thought.

To Kirsty I said, “That was incredible! Where did you learn to do it so well?! You’ve not… done it before, have you?”

She shook her head and kissed me again. “Just a couple of videos on the internet. ...

... I never even thought I would try it myself, but it just came naturally.”

I laughed. “That it did. And now it is my turn to return the favour.”

Kirsty’s face let up with excitement, but doubt was mingled in too. “Do we have time? Your parents won’t take forever.”

“Oh, it won’t take too long. After all, you are halfway there already, aren’t you?” I touched her slit, as smoothly perfect as mine and, sure enough, it was soaked with the moisture that seeped from within.

Suddenly, there was a knock and the door. We both froze, but it didn’t open. Instead, the voice of Kirsty’s father came from the other side. Evidently, he had borne her earlier words in mind. “Are you girls okay?” he asked. “I heard a scream.”

“Yeah,” we chorused, trying to sound bored. “We’re fine,” I added. “I just trapped my finger in a drawer. It surprised me more than it hurt. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well okay, but you two tell us if you want anything, and we’ll bring it in for you, okay?”

“Thanks dad,” Kirsty called, staring deep into my eyes, “but I think we have everything we need in here.”

His footsteps receded, and I took the opportunity to roll us suddenly over so that I was on top. I did my best to copy what Kirsty had done to me, adding a couple of motions that I thought I might have liked. Her appreciative noises were music to my ears, and all the encouragement I needed.

In the end, we had more than enough time, and we even managed to add in a third act. With our left legs ...