The Adult Reference Library 1.a/The Adult Reference Library Volume 1.a.iso/bedtime/shaved.txt

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The following erotic story comes courtesy of the writers at CUE.
If you are a person under the age of twenty-one, please stop now
and delete this file.  The same guideline applies to any person
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                 Shave my Legs...Then my Cunt!
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     Poor sweet Bobby, he's such an affectionate young man.  He
just turned twenty-three the other day, but he's still young
enough to pass as my son.  As a matter of fact, the other night
when he took me out to dinner the waiter really upset him when he
asked Bobby if his 'mother' would want a separate bill!
     Unlike so many women today, I am not ashamed of the fact
that I am over forty.  In fact, I'm rather proud of the way I've
managed to keep in shape.  Two of the things I'm most proud of is
my breasts, and I like to show them off every chance I get.  I
like to wear blouses and sweaters that accentuate my 38 C's, and
often I go bra-less.  That's one of the reasons my Bobby was so
attracted to me.  My boobs are big but firm, without even a hint
of sagging, and my nipples when they get excited are the size of
thimbles.
     Bobby started working at the radio store next door to the
women's clothing store where I work, about a year ago.  He has
plans of opening up his own store in a few years, so he is saving
hard, and I help him save now by not letting him spend all his
money on me.  The stores are rather small ones in a big mall, so
it was inevitable that we would start running in to each other on
regular basis.  It started innocently enough with us having
coffee together during our breaks, but as time passed he started
opening up to me and would regularly complain about the girls he
was dating.
     At first I thought that he was looking to me for some
womanly advice, but as the weeks progressed, I could see that he
was making passes at me.  Well I was really flattered because
Bobby is a good looking young man, but I remained cool about it
since I wanted someone who was interested in a long time, and not
just a good time!
     Nearly six months passed before Bobby and I finally went out
together.  It was just after Christmas, and I was feeling a bit
of the holiday blues, when Bobby called up and asked if he could
take me out for a holiday drink.  I said "sure, why not", and
about an hour later we were sitting together in a fancy bar.  I
looked around at all the beautiful young ladies there with their
handsome dates and asked Bobby if he wasn't a bit ashamed to be
seen out with an older woman like me.  He said that these girls
didn't have a thing on me, and started to count off on his
fingers all the ways that I was better then any of them.  He had
already mentioned intelligence, personality and maturity when he
leaned closed and whispered "big tits".  I stopped him then,
before he got too carried away.  The alcohol must have freed his
inhibitions!  I was flattered and said so, but also a bit
embarrassed.  I gulped my drink quickly and Bobby ordered another
for me.  By the time he took me home I was feeling no pain and I
invited him in for a nightcap.  Once inside the door, I forgot
about the drink and put my arms around him and kissed him hard on
the lips.  I don't think that Bobby expected things to go so
quickly that night, but I was lonely and I was horny!
     Bobby proved to be very good in the bedroom, licking my
pussy to an orgasm before he even thought about putting his cock
in me.  When he did though, he made sure that it was good for me
too, holding off from his own climax until I had cum twice more.
When he shot his load into me I could feel the heat rise to my
head.  That boy can fire more juice in one cum then most men can
in a whole night!  He asked if he could stay the night, and
already half asleep I answered that he could only if he made me
breakfast in the morning.  The next morning I was awakened by the
smell of fresh coffee.  I put on my housecoat and headed
downstairs to find Bobby frying up bacon.
     Disappointment showed on his face when he saw me.  "Oh
Lisa", he pouted, "I wanted to wake you up with breakfast in
bed."  I was just thrilled that morning!  Every time I put down
my cup, Bobby would rush to refill it.  This kind of pampering a
girl could get used to!
     Breakfast over, I left Bobby to clean up the dishes while I
went for a bath.  About halfway through a luxurious soak I
decided to press my luck.  "Bobby dear", I called out, "would you
be a good boy and scrub my back?"  Well the words were hardly out
of my mouth when Bobby rushed in.  I noticed right away the tell
take bulge in his slacks.  I told him that before he could
properly concentrate on washing me, I'd have to do something
about his obvious discomfort.  I instructed him to get undressed
and to stand beside the tub so that I could properly take care of
him.  He was naked in a flash with his erection staring me right
in the face.  I started to pull his foreskin back and forth
across his swollen cock head, and used my other hand to gently
squeeze his balls.  His breath started to come in gasps and I
knew that he was fast approaching climax.  His eyes were closed
in ecstasy now in anticipation of his release.  Quickly, just
before be blew his load, I wrapped my lips around his joy stick
and sucked him to the finish line.  He cried out in pleasure when
my lips locked around his shaft and he immediately erupted,
sending torrents of hot cum down my throat.  I licked up every
last drop then released him from my grip.
     It took Bobby a few minutes to regain his composure, but
when he had sufficiently calmed down he dropped to his knees
beside the tub, took the sponge I handed him and started to wash
my body all over!  What a glorious feeling!  This good looking
guy paying all that attention to my body.  Bobby raised my leg
out of the water and started to lather up my toes and legs when
he asked casually if I had ever considered shaving my pussy.
Well the truth of the matter is that I had done it before but
found that it was too much of a hassle keeping it up.  After a
few days the stubble would drive me crazy and I told him so.
Bobby said that if I would consent to letting him shave my twat
that he would bath me and shave me every day for the rest of my
life.  I just laughed at that promise, but he swore that he was
sincere.  I told him that shaving every day would get to be
painful, but I did like the idea of being bathed by him.  I told
him I would put him to a test of patience.  He was to shave my
legs and paint my toenails every other day for a month.  If he
lived up to his end then I would know that he could keep his
promise.
     It became a bit of a ritual after that.  Every other night
after my bath, Bobby would sit on the floor at my feet with a
wash basin, a can of shaving cream, a good sharp razor, a towel
and a bottle of fingernail polish.  After carefully shaving and
powdering my legs, Bobby would raise my feet, one at a time, into
his lap and apply a good heavy coat of polish to each one of my
nails.  I also taught him, and he became quite good at trimming
and filing them too.  Afterwards he would rub my entire body down
with some nice smelling powder, and after I was really relaxed he
would start to lick at my snatch.  Every night for that first
glorious month I luxuriated in the warm afterglow of the
fantastic orgasms he could give me with his tongue.  He never
asked for a thing in return, he seemed extremely happy just
making me happy.  Of course, after some terrific oral action I
was almost always in the need to have him fill my gap with his
hard prick and feel his seed explode inside of me.  Sometimes
when I was feeling very generous, I would treat him to an hour
long blow job.  Always stopping just before his climax so that
his pleasure would be prolonged, and when I finally sucked him to
the brink I would be rewarded with gallons of his hot sticky
spunk!
     The month was up before I knew it, and being true to my
word, that night I let him take the scissors and trim away all
the excess hair around my horny cunt.  After he was finished
doing my legs he took a great big gob of shaving cream and worked
it all around my juicy hole.  Then he carefully started sliding
the razor around till I was as naked as a jaybird.  Bobby then
took a warm wash cloth and wiped away the left over shaving cream
and sat at my feet admiring my now naked pink pussy lips.  That
night he licked me to so many orgasms that I passed out with the
pleasure, it was so intense!  I woke up to feel the stickiness of
my own juices on my legs and properly scolded Bobby for making
such a mess of me.  I made him lick all of my juices off of my
steamy snatch and thighs.  Then I had him kneel between my legs
and I ordered him to jack off on my swollen cunt lips.  I watched
his face contort with pleasure as he pulled on his own rod
obeying my instructions.  I told him that he had better make sure
that all of his cum landed on my hot box because I needed his to
rub that soothing ointment into my gash.  Then I told him that
after he was done rubbing it in, I wanted him to lick me clean
again!
     His face showed his surprise, but the idea must have turned
him on though because right then he shot a bigger load of cum
then I had even been a witness to!  Spurt after spurt flew out of
his swollen prick head and landed smack dab on my swollen clit.
After a quick rub around with his fingers, he had his head buried
in my naked snatch licking up his own goo juice.
     It's been three months now since Bobby first shaved my
snatch, and true to his word he shaves it faithfully.  The only
thing is, is that Bobby has grown addicted to the taste of his
own cum, and loves to lick it off of my cunt lips.  That leaves
hardly any for me to swallow or to feel inside of me.  I really
shouldn't complain though since Bobby still loves to eat my twat
for hours on end, and he still makes me breakfast every morning.
Every night he runs my bath and scrubs the days worries out of my
body, and when we go to sleep now, Bobby lies with his lips
attached to my breast.  All in all I think I've got it pretty
good.  I think I'll keep him for a while!


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