6 comments/ 36913 views/ 3 favorites Who Shaves The Barber By: adam applebiter (1) Suzy rang the doorbell and glanced at her watch. 11:58AM. She was used to Professor Williams taking a while to answer the door: He was, after all, nearly 70. After a minute or so, she heard the snick of the latch and the door swung open. "Ah! Do come in, my dear." The professor said, stepping back slightly and gesturing with his free hand. Suzy brushed past him, making no attempt to avoid contact, even though there was ample room to do so. She liked her old professor and letting her tits graze against him was just her way of letting him know that. "Good Morning, Professor. In the dining room as usual?" She flashed him a smile as the door clunked shut behind him. "Indeed." He let his gaze fall to her fingers, which were halfway down the line of poppers on her lilac uniform and working quickly. He watched as the last popper opened and, without preamble, Suzy shucked off the polycotton frock revealing her tanned and toned body, innocent of under garments except for her white stockings. She hung her uniform on the hat stand then picked up her bag and strode naked to the dining room. As usual, one chair had been placed facing the long mirror over the sideboard. Suzy was used to mirrors. Some client's used more than one to get value for money. She put her bag down by the sideboard and, bending from the hips, rummaged for a cape. The professor sat in the chair, his eyes glued to Suzy's pert posterior. He absentmindedly licked his lips as he gazed at the cleft of her buttocks and the shadowy recess where he could not quite make out her anus. Suzy knew exactly where his attention was. People tell their barbers things that shrinks would have to spend months wheedling out of them. She stood, drawing a navy blue nylon cape from the bag. This she tied around the Professor's neck from behind. Making eye contact with his reflection, she lightly stroked both his cheeks with her palms, noting the stubble. "A shave too?" She asked via the mirror. "Indeed, my dear." The Professor nodded. Suzy bent over her bag again for her comb, scissors and her water spray bottle. "Do you like my stockings?" She asked as she damped his silver grey hair and ran the comb through it. Suzy made a point of always wearing stockings when she visited the Prof. He was old school and most of his more intimate memories were from the era when all ladies wore them. Today though, she was wearing sheer, white, seamed hold-ups so she didn't need suspenders. Combined with her black patent pumps, she knew she looked sensational. "They're lovely. A gift from a gentleman?" "From a lady." "Ahh! Of course." The professor acted as if this was entirely natural. "And how is your...companion?" "My lesbian lover, you mean?" Suzy knew from experience that he enjoyed her frank speech, even though he would never deign to speak so plainly. "She's fine. This is her handiwork." Suzy moved in front of him and patted her bare mons veneris. Until a fortnight ago, she'd made a habit of wearing her pubis quite bushy, limiting just how much her clients got to see of her but her girlfriend had persuaded her to lose the curls, saying "Show'em lips and you'll get more tips." "Well that answers the ancient riddle of who shaves the barber." The Professor looked at her crotch without any hint of furtiveness. Suzy liked that about him. The shy ones always made her laugh: Fancy paying $100 a time to not look at a naked barber. "Not shaved, waxed." She got on with his haircut. "That must hurt somewhat." The Prof observed. "It does, but the results are really smooth. Besides..." Suzy added "Kim kissed it better...all night." Under the cape, she could see the slight movements of his hands as he kneaded his penis. This too she was used to. Quite a few of her clientele jacked off while she cut their hair. Her policy was to ignore it. "Such a loss to the world of men." The Prof sighed lackadaisically. "I've got nothing against men. I'm just taking a sabbatical from them. You must recall the string of boys I wore out when you were my tutor." "I remember." The Prof got a faraway look in his eyes as he recalled Suzy as a student. From the first time she'd sidled out of one of his tutorials, her bottom had held a fascination for him. "I remember being quite unprofessionally envious of them." "You called me callipygian. I had to look it up in the library." "And it's still true." "And it's still the nicest way anyone's ever found to say I have a great ass." The professor said nothing. He just looked to the mirror and the reflection of her truly splendid bottom. Suzy concentrated on her work, leaving him with his thoughts. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the slow rhythm of his moving hand. She did wonder if he could actually get an erection at his age. "Did your wife have a pretty bottom?" She asked. The professor, she knew, had been a widower for 5 years. His wife had passed away shortly before his retirement. "It's hard to say. I wasn't that well acquainted with it." "How long were you married?" Suzy asked in incredulity. "41 years, but I've seen more of you naked than I ever saw of her." "Surely not." "Indeed. I accidentally caught her sans raiment a couple of times in the early years but..." "But?" "Suffice to say, my Betty was a fine woman but she was never comfortable with intimacy." "Oh you poor thing." Suzy was genuinely sympathetic. Fancy never seeing his own wife spread naked across a bed? Poor dear. She went over to her bag for the talc and a soft brush, making an extra effort to arch her back down so as to present the most appealing view of her bottom she could contrive. As she brushed the clippings off his neck, she noticed his hand had stopped moving under the cape. Good. Time to shave him. She packed her hair-cutting gear and took out a bowl, a jar full of sterilizing fluid with the cutthroat razor in it, a towel, a badger hair brush and a mug for the foam. When she'd started offering shaves too, she'd used canned foam but she found that the clients preferred the old brush and mug routine: Probably, she thought, for the wrist action and the way it made her tits jiggle. "I'll just get some hot water." She announced, sashaying to the kitchen door. She was back in a moment, empty-handed. "It'll need to run a bit to get hot." She explained the sound of running water while she pulled another dining chair alongside the Professor's. A few more moments in the kitchen and she returned with a bowl of steaming water that got placed on the second chair. Suzy made a show of working up a lather in the mug then, straddling the old man's lap like a table dancer and perching her firm bottom on his bony knees, she proceeded to brush the foam onto his chin and cheeks. This lap action was why her shaves had become popular and why she charged fifty bucks extra for them. She set down the mug and unfolded the razor, swilling it gently in the bowl of hot water. With steady strokes she pared away the foam and stubble until the prof's cheeks were smooth under her fingers. Standing, she towelled away the last traces of foam and water. "You're done." She announced, pulling the ribbon to untie the cape and folding it neatly. She took the shaving things into the kitchen to clean them then vacuumed up the clippings with a little Dust-buster from her bag while the professor went to the bathroom. Some of her clients made a point of watching her tidying up, enjoying seeing her down on her knees, but not the Prof. He didn't seem interested in such submissive behaviour. As Suzy finished repacking her bag, Professor Williams returned with her money, pressing it into her hand and letting his fingertips linger just a moment on her wrist. "Will you stay for lunch, my dear?" This was a ritual too. He always invited her to lunch and, on those days when she didn't have another haircut booked, she was delighted to accept. "Why not?" She glanced at her watch. It was nearly one o'clock. "I'm not due anywhere until six. I'll just go and put my gear back in the car." This was, of course, her excuse for putting her uniform back on. The show was over. She put on her panties too. She hadn't bothered for the ten minute drive from her previous appointment: she'd just stuffed them into a pocket. (2) "Are you still painting?" The professor asked while Suzy made herself a tuna salad for lunch. His housekeeper had left him a plate of sandwiches as usual. "A bit. I'm doing a self portrait at the moment." "I'd like to see it, when you've finished." "I bet you would. It's a copy of Courbet's l'origine du monde." "Good grief! I take it you're working from photographs." "Not quite." "But surely... you couldn't pose for that and paint at the same time." The professor got a puzzled look as he tried to figure out the geometry of the task. "Video, Professor." Suzy said, bringing her plate to the table and sitting down opposite him. "I lay in front of a video camera for an hour and taped myself. While I'm painting, I run the tape through the VCR. It's just like working with a live model." "I see. Clever." "Thanks. I thought so too." "You were such a talented student: one of my best. I wonder sometimes why you..." His voice trailed off. "Why I cut hair in the buff? Money. A fine art degree doesn't pay the bills. My ass earned nearly eighty grand last year. My painting doesn't even cover the cost of materials. When I told Mama I was going to study art, she paid for me to learn hairdressing at night school first. She always says good hairdressers are never out of work and she's right." "So its just for the money?" "Not just. I like my job, Professor. I like being naked in front of people. It excites me. I go home every night gagging for sex. If I could dance, I'd have tried pole dancing, but I ain't got rhythm so I cut hair. Besides, I meet much nicer people than I would shimmying up and down a pole in some bar." She reached across the table and took his hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze to indicate that she meant people like him. "Well, you are certainly a good hairdresser." "And I'm callipygian. C'mon, Prof! You know you can get a decent haircut for ten bucks in town. You pay way over the odds because you like looking at my bottom so quit trying to talk me out of my chosen vocation." "Nolo Contendre" He answered. "I decline to argue the point." "Good. Thanks for lunch. I'd better make tracks. I have a block booking tonight: a bachelor party." She came around the table and bent over the professor to kiss his forehead. "I'll see myself out." "Bye and bye, my dear. Shall I see you in, say, two weeks?" "Two weeks. The usual time. I'll put it in my appointments book." The professor listened to her receding footsteps then the quiet click of the front door closing behind her. (3) Suzy spent a couple of hours at the mall, picking up some supplies from the art shop and a new pair of shoes. She had plenty of time to drop off her shopping and freshen up before heading off for her evening booking. She arrived ten minutes early and was let into the frankly ostentatious house by a grinning young man who smelled a little of bourbon. "I'm the barber. Suzy." She said, by way of introduction. The young man looked non-plussed. "There's supposed to be four of you." She prompted, starting to wonder if she had the right address. "That's right." A confident sounding voice cut in. Suzy turned towards a second guy, framed in a double doorway into what looked to be the family room. "Sorry for the confusion. I didn't tell Ritchie you were coming. You're meant to be a surprise." "Ritchie." She looked at the smiling and slightly toasted groom while quickly taking off her uniform and holding it out to him. "Be a dear and hang this up somewhere for me." Ritchie took the uniform without taking his eyes off Suzy's pert breasts. He made no move whatsoever, as Suzy slipped off her panties and tucked them into the side pocket of her hold-all. She shrugged at the entranced youth, picked up her bag and walked into the family room. She was greeted by a wolf whistle from one of the two guys on the sofa. She flashed him her sweetest "fuck me" smile then surveyed the room for a suitable chair, which wasn't there. "Would one of you like to fetch a dining chair or a bar stool?" "I'll get it." Offered the confident guy whose voice she vaguely recognised from the telephone booking. While she waited for him to return, she put her bag on the coffee table and started pulling stuff out of it. "I'm Suzy." She said to break the silence. "Charlie." said the whistler. "Michael." The fourth guy almost whispered. He hadn't taken his eyes off her crotch since she'd walked in. The quiet ones were always the worst, thought Suzy. "I'm guessing Ritchie's the one getting married tomorrow. Who's the best man?" "That'd be me." The confident one returned carrying a bar stool and with Ritchie in tow. "Wilson Prendergast." He announced, putting down the stool and offering her his hand. Suzy shook it. Yes, he certainly was a confident one. Not many men could manage a normal conversation with a naked woman they'd never met before. "Will this do?" Wilson nodded to the stool. "It's adjustable. I thought that might be handy." "It'll do just fine. Who's first?" "Ritchie, of course." Wilson ushered the still grinning inebriate towards the stool then went over to the bar in the corner of the room. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, over his shoulder. Suzy was tying the cape tapes around Ritchie's neck. She glanced over and caught Wilson checking her out via the mirror behind the bar. When he made eye contact she smiled warmly. "A cock -- a coke would be nice." Her deliberate Freudian slip made Michael sputter his own drink. She winked so that only Wilson could see. "Diet?" Wilson asked, ignoring his friend's coughing. "Fine." "Ice? Lemon?" "No thanks. Just leave it in the bottle." Wilson brought her the chilled bottle and watched appreciatively as she wrapped her lips around its neck. Suzy knew all too well the phallic imagery of drinking like this: Coke had used it in their marketing for years. It was a cheap trick but to good purpose: The hornier these guys got, the bigger her tip would be. So she planned on taking every opportunity to get them hot under the collar. "Thank you." She put the bottle down, picked up her water spray and started to damp down Ritchie's hair. Wilson joined the others on the sofa to enjoy the show. Only one pair of eyes wasn't exclusively on her. Charlie kept glancing at a camcorder on the table next to him. His hand surreptitiously wandered toward it every time he reached for his glass. Suzy noticed. As she picked up her scissors and comb she said "Go right ahead, Charlie. I'm not camera shy." Charlie snatched up the camera with unseemly haste and flipped off the lens cap. Suzy concentrated on Ritchie's hair, ignoring the three rather quiet men on the sofa. "So Ritchie, Where's the wedding?" She asked. "St Mary's." Ritchie finally spoke to her. "Are you Catholic?" Suzy knew that church was. "My fiancée is. It's her family's church." "It's certainly a lovely church. I went to a wedding there last year... Head down a bit. Thanks... Have you known her long? Your fiancée?" "About 10 years." "High school sweethearts?" "Yes." "That's sweet. Well I hope you'll both be very happy together." "Thank you." "You're welcome. Going somewhere nice for your honeymoon?" "Hawaii. But not until the day after. We...we're spending our first night together here." "Your first night... together?" "Yes." The sweet guy actually blushed. Suzy was gentle with him. "Ok Ritchie... Do you mind if I give you some advice?" "Sure." "In about, say thirty hours, when your wife's dressed like this." Suzy moved in front of him. "Don't just stare at her crotch." Ritchie, whose eyes had been unblinkingly focused on her smooth slit, snapped his head back, looking sheepish. He mumbled an apology. Suzy moved closer, letting her thighs rest against his knees as she combed and trimmed his fringe. "No need for that. Staring at me is fine. Just don't stare at her. Kiss her instead. Its all in the kiss." "I-I'll remember. Thank you." Ritchie was target locked on her tits now. She shook them, making them jiggle. "My girlfriend calls them Pinky and Perky." She told him. "But I can never remember which one's which." "They're both pink and perky." Ritchie husked. Suzy straightened up, slipping her scissors into the band of one of her stockings and reaching for the clippers to trim Ritchie's sideburns. The buzz of the clippers ended the conversation. She moved from side to side, trimming around his ears, half squatting in front of him to get her eyes low enough to check the symmetry then tipping his head forward to trim the nape of his neck. Turning off the clippers, she observed "You'd have thought, if they can make vibrators quiet, they should be able to make these things quiet too." Again, she was playing to the crowd. Let them wonder what she did with the clippers when she wasn't cutting hair. The truth was that the rechargeable clippers worked bloody well as a vibrator and had probably spent more time pressed to her clit than they'd ever spent clipping hair. She brushed the clippings from Ritchie's neck and face then untied the cape, shaking the bits off onto the carpet. "Who's next?" She asked as Ritchie stood carefully, trying to hide the tent pole in his trousers. Suzy glanced at the all too obvious bulge and pecked him on the cheek. "Save it for tomorrow night." She whispered while her lips were still close to his face. She could feel the head of his cock against her hip. She stepped back and made way for Charlie, who was also sporting a hard-on but who, in contrast, was making no attempt to hide it. He perched on the bar stool and leered at her. Suzy flipped the cape around him and tied it on. Charlie was altogether too cocky but she had a cure for that. She took several tissues from the box in her bag, lifted the edge of the cape and handed them to Charlie, saying "Just in case." just loud enough for everyone to hear. There was embarrassed laughter from the sofa and Charlie said absolutely nothing. He still got his money's worth though, including the 'tipping his head back against her breasts' routine and the best seat in the house when she had to bend over to retrieve a 'dropped' comb. When she'd finished his hair and Charlie stood up, it was clear to her that he hadn't been too emasculated by her put-down. He even thanked her politely before swapping seats with Pete and resuming custody of the camcorder. Pete really was a shy one and getting conversation out of him was like getting blood out of a stone but she did glean that he was the youngest, only 19, Ritchie's brother, an usher tomorrow and going steady with one of the bride's maids. "You know something, Pete? You're my first teenage client." Suzy said. She was quiet turned on by the shy way he tried not to get caught looking at her tits and bits. "But that little beard doesn't suit you. Will you let me shave it off?" "Um...Ok." Pete consented. Suzy dug out her shaving kit and asked Wilson for some hot water. He smiled knowingly and fetched a bowlful. She lowered the stool right down and pushed the cape up to free Pete's hands so that he could hold the plastic bowl for her. Then she straddled his lap, resting her butt on his knees so that her inner thighs pressed against Pete's hands. She got the impression he would have pulled them away if he hadn't been holding the bowl. The goatee was history in a couple of minutes and Suzy stood up, taking the bowl from the boy's unresisting grip. As he stood up too, she said "You're not seeing your girlfriend tonight?" Who Shaves The Barber "She's at the bridal shower." "Good." Suzy splashed a drop of scent from a bottle in her bag and patted it onto Pete's cheeks and chin. "It's perfume, not aftershave. If you're in any strip joints later, the girls will know you're taken. Just don't let your girlfriend smell it on you. She might not understand." "Err... Thanks, Miss." "You're welcome. And call my Suzy. You can't stand on ceremony after ogling my pussy." "Thanks Suzy." Pete managed. "Right then, Mr Prendergast. Your turn." She flicked the barstool with a towel. "Call me Wilson. We can't stand on ceremony after I've ogled your pussy." He smiled in a way that could sell real estate, adjusted the stool and sat down. "Touché Wilson." She caped him and reached for the spray bottle. "Don't I get tissues?" "Do you need them?" "I guess not. You mentioned a girlfriend earlier." "I did. Does that put you off? It turns a lot of guys on more." Suzy started combing and snipping. "It doesn't put me off -- quite the opposite -- but it does rather put me out of the picture, doesn't it?" "Oh, I like boys too, but guys get weird about my work. Its just not worth the hassle." Suzy carefully ignored the personal element of his enquiry. "Well that was a very smooth evasion. You must have practiced that." "You have no idea how much practice I get." "I can imagine. You can't blame us for trying though." "I'd be out of a job if guys stopped trying, wouldn't I? And it's kind of flattering, when it's done politely. Some guys are real jerks though. I guess they figure a blow-dry is some sort of euphemism." Wilson chuckled. "Would you be up for some corporate work?" "What sort of corporate work?" Suzy was surprised how easily they'd got off the subject of him bedding her. "I've got some Japanese clients flying in next week. We've got a whole floor at the Marriott booked for them. I could get you a room, lay on a proper barber's chair, anything you need." "How many clients?" Suzy tried not to sound too interested. She'd heard a lot of lines in her time and this might just be an original one. "14" "Can I think about it and call you after the weekend? I'll probably have to shuffle around some of my regulars." "No problem. Call me on Tuesday if you're interested. We can discuss the details then." His hand appeared from under the cape and brushed her thigh. Suzy glanced down to see him slipping a business card into her stocking top. She was pleasantly surprised that his hand didn't linger there. Maybe this was a serious offer after all and not just a line. Suzy busied herself with his haircut. "So when did you get shaved?" "Pardon?" Suzy hadn't been paying full attention. "The gentleman who gave me your number, Julio Rodriguez, said you had the most amazing pubic hair. I remember that specifically, because he waxed lyrical about it for quite some time." "He waxed lyrical? While I just waxed." She laughed to herself. Wilson joined in. The three on the sofa tried too, but only half-heartedly. They were too engrossed in watching Suzy to really be listening. "D'you think he'll be very upset that it's gone? I have him down for next week." "I'm sure he'll get over it. As for me: I think it looks just fine." "There's certainly more to see." Suzy looked down at herself. "And it's all good." Wilson said sincerely. "There you go." She handed him a small mirror and held another behind him so he could approve of her work. "Fine." He said, handing her the mirror and waiting while she brushed his neck. He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Gentlemen, we have reservations at the Bay Leaf in 45 minutes." Then to Suzy, as she took off the cape, "Thank you Suzy. You've done an excellent job." There was that salesman's smile again. Pete took the stool away, Charlie excused himself and Ritchie shambled after him into the hall, leaving only Wilson to watch as she vacuumed the clippings. He leant against the doorjamb, admiring her bottom as she knelt on the carpet. When she stood up and turned toward him, he was holding her uniform out to her. "She took her panties from her bag and put them on, watching Wilson's expression as she ran a finger down each side, adjusting the elastic, making a performance of getting dressed. Then she reached for her uniform. "Thanks." She said as she wrapped the lilac frock around herself and started fastening the poppers. "And this is yours too." He was holding a slim wad of folded banknotes. Suzy took the money: $500. $100 more than she'd told him on the phone. Kimmie was right about the tips. "Thank you... And I'll call you on Tuesday." Suzy picked up her bag and walked past him. Ritchie was coming down the stairs as she entered the hall. She waited for him, putting her bag down again. As he reached the foot of the stairs, Suzy put her arms around his neck and buzzed him firmly. "Good luck, Ritchie, and have a wonderful time tomorrow -- especially tomorrow night." She stepped away from him and went to the door. Somehow the others had arrived while her back was turned. There was a chorus of goodbyes and thanks then she was out of the door and on her way to her car. (4) Suzy's car was an heirloom Oldsmobile. She'd been given it by her granddaddy when she'd passed driver's ed. He'd bought it brand new but got twenty years use out of it before passing it on. Since it was the last thing he ever gave her, she'd never had the heart to part with it. Kimmie called it the Oldmobile but Suzy was sure that, some day, it'd be a classic. She coaxed it into reluctant life and backed out of the driveway. It was probably a good thing that she wasn't driving something new and sporty: she'd have been too tempted to break all the speed limits in her hurry to get home. (5) "I'm home!" Suzy called out as she came through the door, plonking her bag down and kicking off her shoes. "In the kitchen." Came Kimmie's ever cheery voice. "I hope you're hungry." "Smells good." Suzy breezed into the kitchen to find her girlfriend stirring a large, steaming pan on the stove." "Bolognese sauce." Kimmie let go of the spoon and turned to be kissed. If she'd been expecting just a brief nuzzle, she was pleasantly surprised when Suzy backed her up against the edge of the counter, grinding her open mouth onto Kimmie's, pressing her toned abdomen against her lover and leaving no room for doubt as to her immediate needs. "Mmm." Suzy growled against Kimmie's neck, nibbling at her earlobe while Kimmie's hands pressed onto her butt, forcing their hips together. "What's his name?" Kimmie husked as she tilted her head to bare her neck to Suzy's lips. "Wilson." Suzy whispered, getting back to the serious business of teasing Kimmie's tongue with her own. Kimmie could feel the heat radiating from Suzy's crotch. She could feel the warmth rising in her own groin too. She loved it when Suzy came home so worked up over some guy: it always meant she'd get to be 'the guy'. Kimmie pushed Suzy back and reached over to turn off the burner under the saucepan. "Dinner can wait. Take that uniform off." Suzy grinned as the poppers gave way in rapid fire, revealing in the growing triangle, her smooth, tanned cleavage, her pert breasts, her flat tummy, the elongated oval of her navel, the curved mound of white cotton panties, smooth long- The last popper popped and she flung her uniform back, letting it slide from her arms to the floor behind her. Grabbing her panties at the narrowest point, where they arched over her hips, Suzy pulled them up hard against her crotch, dragging the cotton between her labia to crate some seriously obvious camel tow. Moisture bubbled through the crushed gusset as the pressure increased, showing her lover just how ready she was. Kimmie's finger pressed against the gusset too, then she raised it to her lips, letting the pink tip of her tongue flicker over her finger tip, tasting Suzy's juices. Her free hand pressed between Suzy's breasts, propelling her backwards several steps, out of the kitchen, until her backside collided with the back of the sofa. With a final push, Kimmie tipped Suzy right over the sofa back so that her shoulders landed on the cushions and her legs flew up and outwards. Suzy giggled as she finally let go of her panties and Kimmie dragged them up her legs and off over her feet, now a little higher than Kimmie's head. Suzy spread her legs wide - nearly a full split -- and looked between them at her girlfriend. "The professor was coveting my ass again." Kimmie sank to her knees and licked up between Suzy's buttocks, straight over her butt hole, her perineum, bisected her labia by the breadth of her tongue and finished with a hard flick across her clit. Suzy gasped. "He's a dirty old man." Kimmie said, placing her hands on the inside of Suzy's thighs and teasing her pussy open with her thumbs. "He's sweet really." Suzy defended her favourite client. "You've never met such as polite man." "Who'd die happy if he got to do this just once." Kimmie retorted, illustrating her point by twirling her tongue in the tiny crater of Suzy's sphincter. She felt the ring of muscle twitch under her caress. "So? Wanting my ass doesn't make him a bad person." She squirmed as Kimmie tickled it with her tongue again. "Lots of guys want my ass." She tried to sound composed but it wasn't easy with Kimmie's tongue burrowing against her ass hole like a persistent kitten. "Not just guys." Kimmie said, pausing momentarily in her rimming. "Girls too. Now are you gonna shut up about that old geezer or am I gonna get the strap-on and pretend to be a geriatric pervert on Viagra?" It was a rhetorical question and Kimmie didn't wait for an answer. Suzy shut up and relaxed to Kimmie's caressing tongue. Until she'd hooked up with Kim, Suzy had always thought of anal sex as a guy thing, which was fine: Suzy was quite submissive and actually quite liked the humiliation side of getting butt fucked. But Kimmie had been so into her ass from day one that Suzy had had to reappraise the whole anal thing. She'd found that a really good rimjob could have her coming almost as quickly as getting her clit licked. It had taken a few sessions like this before she'd relaxed enough for Kim's tongue to press through her sphincter but, that first time -- and every time since -- the feeling of penetration had her squirting. She'd never squirted with guys, ever. That was how she knew girls were for her. With the infrequent exception of her vibrators, Kimmie had the monopoly on Suzy's squirting orgasms. Right now, Kimmie's tongue was circling her anus rapidly, massaging the muscle, relaxing it. Suzy kneaded her tits, pinching her own nipples hard and gasping at the pleasure-pain sensation. She could feel her pussy churning with the chemistry of lust, it's walls pulsing, its fluids oozing out and her lips, tender and puffy with arousal, parting. It ached for attention but Kimmie's ministrations remained focused on Suzy's ass. Suzy let her mind wander again, wondering what Wilson would be doing to her right now. Would he have gone down on her? Or just whipped out his cock and filled her with it? The thought of his cock stuffed inside her pussy made it ache in its emptiness. She was sure she must be gaping down there -- up there, since she was upside down. One hand reached for her clit but was gently slapped away by Kimmie, who had her own plans. Kimmie was as ass fixated as Suzy's professor and she'd be the first to admit it. She worked her tongue into Suzy's ass, by slow degrees easing the tight ring until she could push her tongue past it. She was ready for the reaction to this intimate intrusion and shut her eyes as Suzy squealed and squirted cum across her face. Immediately, Kimmie switched her attention to Suzy's pussy, clamping her mouth over the puffy, engorged labia and gaping hole, slurping noisily as she plunged her tongue deep inside, sucking up all she could of her lover's juices. This made Suzy squeal all the more and squirm against Kimmie's face, coming twice more in quick succession before Kimmie let her relax. Suzy slumped sideways, rolling into a foetal ball on the sofa, her hands clasped over her sensitive and soaking crotch. She opened her eyes as Kimmie knelt in front of her and stroked her hair gently away from her cheek. The soft touch of Kimmie's lips on her face became the more forceful touch of lips on lips as they shared a musky, post orgasmic kiss. "You're still dressed." Suzy lay back, stretching one arm up to toy with a nipple that was making its mark on Kimmie's t-shirt. "Some of us have to wear clothes for work." "You're not at work now." Suzy observed, pointedly. Her gaze followed her own fingers' circular progress around Kimmie's nipple. "Aren't you hungry?" "Famished. Starving. I could eat a whore." Kimmie gave in, inevitably, and peeled her shirt off, shaking her blonde hair back into place. "Whore? This from a girl who flashes her bits for a living." She had a lot of hair. It reached her butt when it was let loose and looked like an arty shampoo advert. She knew it was her best feature -- at least when she was dressed it was. She remembered going to a sapphic bondage club with her hands tied behind her back with her hair. Sure, one good pull would have freed her from the rubber bands that actually held her hair around her wrists but it had looked good and there had been any number of sisters willing to hold her drinks for her. She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, noticing the dark stain inside the crotch that meant they'd go straight in the laundry bin. "I cut hair for a living. It says so on my tax returns. Hey!" Suzy was hit in the face by Kimmie's damp panties. She balled them up and inhaled deeply. "Mmm. Y'know? I could sell these to one of my clients... Tell him they're mine." She took another big sniff, laughing at Kimmie's stern, hands on hips stance and cross expression. "Just you dare!" "It's not a patch on the real thing anyway." Suzy tossed the panties onto the pile of Kimmie's clothes and held both arms out to her lover. "In the words of Monty Python..." "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me!" They chorused. Kimmie piled onto the sofa on top of Suzy and in a tangle of arms and legs finally came to rest with her butt pressing down on Suzy's face and a tongue delightfully deep in her moist vagina. She sighed and slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her gash against Suzy's mouth. Her hands clung to Suzy's boobs for balance, kneading them hard, like a cat settling down for the night. She could feel Suzy's tongue twirling up into her body, could feel the suction as Suzy drank her juices, could hear the moans of pleasure muffled by her crotch. Kimmie gasped as hands on her thighs pushed her up and planted her swollen clit right on Suzy's tongue. The shock passed through her body, playing knock and run on every erogenous zone. As Suzy lashed the tiny bud, Kimmie moaned with lust. Her hips rocked back and forward, craving that caress over all of her crotch, sliding over Suzy's face, feeling her agile tongue exploring every nook and cranny. As Kimmie slid forward, Suzy tickled her ass hole with just the tip of her tongue. As Kimmie slid back, Suzy delved into her gaping, wet hole, slurping noisily as it passed, before returning her attentions to Kimmie's clit with rapid flicks and long, slow rasps over the hood until Kimmie, trembling, came loudly and sagged forward, skin glossy with perspiration. "Still hungry?" Kimmie asked as she stretched out on top of Suzy. "You bet." "Well, I better get first crack at the shower then." Kimmie struggled to her feet, still a little wobbly after her climax. "Be a dear and light a fire under that saucepan again." (6) They dressed for dinner: Suzy in her old sweat pants and her oldest, paint crusted t-shirt. Talking to the professor about it had got her in the mood to work on her painting tonight. Kimmie wore men's boxer shorts and a man's pale pink shirt that had tails reaching almost to her knees. Both items had been in Suzy's wardrobe when they first met but Kimmie had commandeered them because if anyone was gonna be "the guy" in this relationship, she was damned sure it was gonna be her. After dinner, Suzy left the dishes in the basin to soak and went into the main bedroom to work. Because the main bedroom had the best light, Suzy had designated it as her studio long before Kimmie moved in. The guestroom was a little cramped for the two of them but it couldn't be helped. Suzy put on her video and pulled the top off the pot of special paint she'd mixed up for the pubic hair. She smiled to herself, recalling how, after Kimmie had shaved her crotch, She'd gone ballistic when Suzy put the clippings in the electric herb chopper and blitzed them. Weeks later, Kimmie was still pretending to pick pubes out of her teeth at every meal. So what? It had been a good idea, whatever Kimmie said. She'd painted her pubic hair with paint mixed with her own pubes. Suzy selected a brush and got to work. Kimmie gave her a couple of hours' peace and quiet before slipping into the bedroom to see how the painting was progressing. Suzy was just rewinding the tape to run it through again. "Hi. What time is it?" Suzy didn't look around when she heard the door open. "Just gone 11. Are you gonna paint much more tonight?" Kimmie replied. "I'm just trying to get the hair right. What d'you think?" Suzy pressed 'play' on the VCR and stood up, turning to face Kimmie, who'd walked over to the easel. "Oh..." Kimmie had put on a man's tie to go with her shirt and a huge dildo was poking through the buttons of her boxer shorts. "Only," Kimmie smiled wickedly. "It's time for your appointment with Mr Holmes." She gave the dildo a meaningful stroke. Mr Holmes was reputed to have been made from a cast of John Holmes' legendary cock. Kimmie had bought the strap-on to 'cure' Suzy of her occasional desires for men. Whenever Suzy owned up to fancying some guy, Kimmie fucked her until the heterosexual urges passed. Suzy picked up her paintbrush and dropped it into the jar of turpentine: She was done with painting for tonight. (7) Suzy's t-shirt hit the floor before she was out of the room. She was naked by the time she reached the guest room opposite, her sweatpants and briefs lying in a heap in the corridor. There was a click as the door closed behind Kimmie. Suzy found herself pinned to the wall, twelve inches of latex poking her belly, her breasts being squeezed and kneaded almost painfully hard and Kimmie's mouth crushed against hers. She returned Kimmie's kiss with equal vigour, grabbing two handfuls of ass and pulling her lover hard against her. "Say my name." Kimmie husked, pulling her lips off Suzy's. "Wilson Prendergast." Suzy knew the game. "And what do you want?" Kimmie's grip tightened on Suzy's breasts, pinching her nipples too, making her gasp. "Fuck me, Wilson. I want your hard cock inside me. Fuck me. Please!" Suzy really did want something inside her. Oral sex was fun but it's like going to a party and spending the whole evening on the doorstep: you can hear the music just fine, but you know the real fun's going on inside. Kimmie dragged her to the bed by her nipples, pulling her down on top then rolling over and forcing Suzy's thighs apart. They didn't take much forcing. Suzy spread her legs and drew her knees up, presenting her smooth pussy, pink and perfect. Kimmie reached for some baby oil, poured a little onto her fingers and slapped her hand down over Suzy's labia, smearing it around her hole, unnecessarily lubricating her. Pouring a little more oil on Mr Holmes, Kimmie slid her fist up and down the length of the dildo until it glistened. Leaning forward over Suzy, her tie falling between the prone girl's breasts, Kimmie eased the tip of the dildo against Suzy's parted pussy lips. She kissed her hard at the instant she thrust, burying half of the strap-on. She smothered Suzy's gasp with her mouth and ground her hips, forcing as much latex cock as she could into Suzy's pussy. Who Shaves The Barber Suzy writhed under her lover, her tits feeling as though on fire as Kimmie pinched and pulled at her nipples. Mr Holmes always brought out the butch in Kimmie. She lifted her hips, wanting more of the latex stretching her. She mumbled urgent encouragement against Kimmie's open mouth and bucked hard against each thrust, contriving to slam the bulbous head of the dildo against her cervix. She squealed. "FUCK ME!" She yelled, bouncing on the mattress under an onslaught from Kimmie's hips. "Fuck me hard!" "Oh Baby." Kimmie whispered. "You've got such a hot, tight cunt." Kimmie would never use that word but, as Mr Holmes, she liked the verbal slap effect. "And you love a big cock filling it, don't you?" "Yes... Ooh... Fill me. Fuck me!" Suzy squirmed as Kimmie pumped her. "Ask nicely." Kimmie commanded, speeding up her long strokes, pulling almost out then driving in deep. Suzy knew what was expected. "Please fuck me, Wilson... Please!...Aah!" She sighed as her cervix got battered by the latex cock again. She could feel the stretched walls of her pussy throbbing around the shaft and the warm stirring that presaged her first orgasm. "Please...fill me...Fill my CUNT!" She almost screamed as she felt Mr Holmes' head press through her cervix. Christ! It felt big. It always did. She felt the hard balls press against her crotch and knew she'd taken it all. Kimmie paused for a moment and Suzy caught her breath. "Yeah, Bitch. Take it all." Kimmie growled. She started to stir Suzy's juices with slow circles of her hips against Suzy's butt. She propped herself up and watched as Suzy took over control of her own tits, kneading her flesh and twisting her own nipples hard. They were long and livid now and so tender that even light touches made Suzy gasp. Suzy was in no mood for light touches and her ungentle caresses made her breasts ache and burn. She moaned and gasped as her orgasm approached. Kimmie watched with lust, grinding the huge rubber cock inside Suzy's body harder as she made Suzy come. "Oooh!....Yes...Yes...YESSSS!" Suzy hissed as her back arched and her climax rolled through her body with the unstoppability of a tidal wave. She sunk her teeth into Kimmie's shoulder to stifle the screams as her spasming muscles gripped the dildo and her orgasm reached a crescendo. She shook with ecstasy as one orgasm crashed into another and still a third before she slumped back on the bed, glossy with perspiration, breasts heaving as she fought for breath. Kimmie's shirt was dark with their sweat and its clamminess was pleasantly cool against Suzy's skin as Kimmie rested back down on top of her. The dildo was still rooted in Suzy's sopping wet hole. Gently, Kimmie started to ease the rubber toy out. "Not yet, Wilson." Suzy barely breathed. She wrapped her arms around Kimmie and held her close, feeling the huge dildo still inside her. Kimmie nuzzled Suzy's neck, very conscious of her own pussy's heat and the pressure of the dildo harness against her groin. Suzy purred and snuggled close, feeling little aftershocks of muscular contraction around Mr Holmes. She wondered if she'd ever be lucky enough to have a real cock behind her bellybutton, instead of rubber. It must be awesome, she thought, to feel a cock like that unload inside her womb. Maybe one day... Suzy's arms relaxed and, ever so gently, Kimmie eased out of her. As Mr Holmes flopped onto the duvet cover, Kimmie watched with satisfaction as Suzy's gaping pussy slowly contracted back, juices trickling out and down her ass crack. "It's a good job I don't fancy the Professor." Suzy said, with a grin. "I don't think Mr Holmes would all fit in my ass, but I know you'd try real hard." Kimmie unbuckled the harness and tossed Mr Holmes onto the floor. "Ever seen the back end of a baboon? A prolapsed rectum looks just like that." She made a face of disgust. "Best stick to fingers." "And tongues." Suzy reached for Kimmie's crotch, sliding a hand sideways between her thighs and drawing her closer. "And tongues." Kimmie agreed. She squirmed around and threaded her legs under and over Suzy's, bringing her achingly neglected pussy down against Suzy's sloppy labia. "Kimmie-Kimmie likes rimmie-rimmie!" Suzy chanted with a sing-song lilt. Her hips rotated against Kimmie's, pressing crotch to crotch. "You love it too, you dirty slut." Kimmie slipped a hand underneath their gyrating butts and teased a fingertip into Suzy's asshole. Suzy took her lead from Kimmie and reached under to return the favour, wiggling her ring finger two knuckles deep in Kimmie's ass and grinding her pubic bone faster against Kimmie's clit. She could feel their mingling juices oozing over her hand and onto the bed. She pulled her finger out to make use of the natural lube, easing two fingers back into Kimmie. She could feel the temperature between them rising and lay back flat so that her other hand was free to rub over both their clits. Kimmie bucked against her, desperate for her own orgasm. It wasn't long arriving and Kimmie wailed as her insides trembled, spasmed and contracted, squeezing hard on Suzy's fingers and drenching them as she came and came. Flopping back on the bed, she let her finger slip from Suzy's ass and felt Suzy's fingers ease out of her own. "I needed that." Kimmie said, still panting. "You're never gonna try Mr Holmes, are you?" Suzy crawled around to cradle Kimmie's head against her bosom. "Boys have never been my thing. Mr Holmes is your therapy, not mine." "C'mon! You know you love fucking me with it." "Sure I do. I love watching you take it. I just don't feel the need to have my pretty little butterfly impaled on that thing. Are you cured of your perverse desire for Wilson Prendergast now?" "I don't know. Ask me again, tomorrow night." Suzy's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Tart!" Kimmie snapped. "Dyke!" Suzy retorted "Exhibitionist wanton!" "Butt Slut!" "Lover." "Lover." Suzy repeated, kissing Kimmie before extricating herself from the tangle of limbs to go to the bathroom. Name-calling was a frequent game for them and always ended the same way. It was their thing: their way of not saying "I love you." (8) After the weekend, Suzy took a call from Michael, the shyest of last week's bachelor boys. "Suzy Stewart." She answered her phone. "... Miss Stewart, it's Michael...Michael Loftus. Wilson gave me your number... You cut my hair last week?" "Oh, Michael. Yes. How did the wedding go?" "Fine." "Good. What can I do for you?" "Well, its my cousin's birthday next week and... Look, this is a bit unusual. Feel free to say no..." "I always feel free to say no, Michael. What's unusual?" "My cousin... you see, he used to be a real jock, but he's quadriplegic... A skiing accident. And, well, with it being his thirtieth birthday-" "You thought you'd buy him a haircut?" "Exactly. I think he misses the attention of pretty girls since his accident. And since his whole life now is look but don't touch-" "No problem, Michael. When were you thinking of doing this?" Suzy didn't care about the guy's disability. Not having to dodge surreptitious gropes was a good thing in her line of work. "Well, as soon as possible I suppose." "Well, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. Would that suit? Or Wednesday, quite late." "Tomorrow would be great... Er... Do you mind if I bring the camcorder along again?" "Silly boy!" Suzy almost laughed at his timidity. "Of course not. It's a birthday present after all. He should -- You didn't tell me his name." "William." "William should have something to remember the occasion by." And you'll get another good eyeful. She thought. "What's the address?" (9) Suzy listened to the gravel crunching under her shoes as she carried her bag up the driveway to William's front door. She pulled the old fashioned bell and listened to the muted ringing inside the house. Michael answered the door, already looking flustered and she was still dressed. "Hello again." She smiled warmly and stepped past him into a long and rather gloomy hallway. "Hello." Michael closed the door carefully. He heard a soft thump behind him as Suzy put her bag down. Turning, he saw her reaching for her poppers. "Where shall I put this?" She slipped off her uniform and held it out to him. "I-I'll hang it up for you." He took the lilac garment from her. "Just one moment." She stopped him as he was about to walk past her. Suzy hooked her thumbs into her panties and yanked them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. The balled up the white cotton undies and tucked them into the pocket of her dress. "There. Now you can hang it up." She gave him a totally innocent and completely non-sexual look, quite at odds with her nudity. Michael gave up trying to think of some response and went to the cloakroom with her clothes. When Michael returned, Suzy was standing by the front door, bag in hand, waiting. "This way, please." Michael beckoned, opening the nearest door and gesturing for her to go in. She made a point of coming within a hair's breadth of brushing her nipples against him as she passed. "You must be William." Suzy spoke to the young man in a very high backed electric wheelchair. She could see that he must have been very handsome before breaking his neck. His hair was light blonde and his blue eyes moved freely over her body. "And you must ... be Suzy." William could only speak when he was breathing out. Suzy wasn't surprised because she'd seen Christopher Reeve after his accident. "Michael has ... told me all about ... the bachelor party." "Did you see the video they made?" Suzy struck a pose in front of him, letting the poor guy enjoy the view. "Not yet. Michael ... said it would spoil ... my surprise." His gaze had settled on her bare crotch. Suzy knew why. "My girlfriend left that there." Suzy glanced down at her mons veneris and the pearly pink lipstick print decorating it. "She likes to mark her territory." Suzy was all too aware how men reacted when she said she was lesbian. "Shall we make a start?" She turned her back on William to rummage in her bag for scissors, etc. "Michael, Honey, didn't you want to film it." "Er... sure. Sorry." Michael pulled his eyes away from her pert bottom. "Don't apologize, honey. Looking's allowed. William, does that headrest move at all? Only its in the way a bit." "Sure. Its detachable ... Michael? Would you ... do the honours?" Michael went behind the wheelchair and unclipped the high headrest. William's head lolled slightly. "Are you ok like that?" Suzy looked concerned. "For a while. My ... neck gets tired ... after a few minutes." "Well just let me know if you feel tired." Suzy sprayed water onto William's hair and ran the comb through it. "Any particular style you had in mind?" "I'm entirely in ... your hands." William said, preoccupied with the proximity of Suzy's perky nipples to his face. Suzy smiled to herself as she got to work. He certainly seemed to be enjoying her. She ignored Michael moving around with the camcorder glued to one eye and chatted with William as if they were alone. "Are all these trophies yours?" Suzy asked, gesturing to the silverware on almost every flat surface in the room. "Memories." William replied. "Of happier times." "I've got a certificate for hairdressing." Suzy never mentioned her true academic achievements. A naked hairdresser had to be a bit of a bimbo, didn't she? So Suzy played the part. "And a world class ... tush." "Why thank you, William." "Sorry. That ... was impolite. I ... often say too ... much because I ... can only talk." "Silly. It wasn't impolite. It's nice to be appreciated. You wouldn't believe how many guys get really shy as soon as my knickers come off." She moved around to the other side of the wheelchair. "Michael, Honey. Get lots of shots of my tush." She wiggled it suggestively. "William here is an ass man." She'd already noticed that the camera had spent a lot of time behind her anyway. "Thank you." William smiled weakly. "It is your birthday present. Besides, I'm a wanton exhibitionist. At least, that's what my girlfriend tells me." She moved around to trim his fringe and, on an impulse, let her mound press against his hand on the arm of his chair. She thought she detected a slight movement of his fingers but only ever so slight. She concentrated on her comb and scissors and kept her crotch pressed there for a couple of minutes. Suzy had a lot of sympathy for William. Here was a guy who must have had cheerleaders queuing up to twirl his baton and now had no hope of having sex ever again. A little touch of pussy was like his trophies -- a reminder of better times. It was actually the furthest she'd ever gone with a customer and only because she knew absolutely that it could not possibly go any further. Still, her nipples crinkled at the thought of what Kimmie would do when she found out. Suzy finished cutting William's hair and packed up her things. "Happy thirtieth birthday." She kissed his forehead while Michael fumbled with the headrest. "Thank you, Suzy... For everything." His eyes flicked momentarily to his hand. There was a bright pink smear of lipstick across it. Suzy noticed the lippie too. She glanced down at the smudged remains of Kimmie's lip print and smiled. "Any time, William. Michael has my number." It was always worth reminding customers that their hair needed cutting regularly. In the hallway, Suzy slipped on her dress and panties, pocketed the money Michael paid her, noticing the very healthy tip, pecked him on the cheek for good measure and left. (10) Parked outside her next customer's house, Suzy was just cleaning off the pink smudge with a baby wipe when her mobile phone started to vibrate it's way along the dashboard, trilling for attention. She answered it. "Suzy Stewart." "Miss Stewart. Wilson Prendergast. Is now a convenient time to discuss the corporate contract I mentioned?" "Mr Prendergast! I was going to call you after my next client. I have to be somewhere in five minutes." Suzy tried to hide the excitement in her voice, and not at the prospect of a big gig. He needn't have bothered introducing himself: As soon as he said her name she recognised his voice -- and her other hand was still inside her knickers, removing lipstick. She wondered if she should mention that. "Ah. I thought perhaps you'd forgotten, or were... not interested." "Wilson. Has a girl ever 'forgotten' to call you? And I'm very interested... in the corporate work." She hoped he wouldn't notice the pause. She also pulled her hand out of her pants, suddenly aware that she'd unconsciously been stroking herself. "I'll let you get to work then." "Thank you. I'll call you in an hour or so." "I shall look forward to it, Miss Stewart." He hung up on her before she had a chance to say "Call me Suzy". Call-me-slutty was more like it, she thought, looking at the crumpled tissue in her hand and feeling that familiar warmth between her legs. Well, never mind that now. If it showed, a little dew on the petals would be a treat for Mr Jenkins. Suzy locked the car and walked up the path to ring Mr Jenkins' bell. (11) "You didn't?" Kimmie's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "I did." Suzy affirmed, taking another bite of garlic bread. "Mmm. This is really good." "Don't change the subject. What happened to boundaries?" "If you'd seen him, you'd understand. The poor guy couldn't even move his fingers for a proper feel. I just felt sorry for him because he'd been such a jock and... well, to go from a high pussy diet to nothing but memories must be so awful for him." "Yeah, breathing through a machine and needing nappies: no problem. But no more pussy: now that's hard." "That's awful!" Suzy dropped her cutlery and fled the room. Kimmie realized too late that she'd misread Suzy's motives. She was used to Suzy's exhibitionism and had naturally assumed her girlfriend had just been taking advantage of a safe opportunity to push her limits a little. Now, following Suzy to the bedroom and finding her sobbing into a pillow, she knew how wrong she'd got it. She sat on the bed beside Suzy and teased her hair away from her damp cheek. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I just thought..." Kimmie's tone was contrite and concerned. "You just thought I was playing games." Suzy sniffled. "But I wasn't, Kimmie. I wasn't." "I know." Kimmie drew Suzy's head onto her lap and caressed her hair. "I know." Then she shut up and let Suzy cry awhile. "I just wanted to give him some new memories." Suzy broke the long silence. "That's all it was. Just a sexy memory." Kimmie reached down and pressed the backs of her fingers against the front of Suzy's pants. "Is this where his hand was?" Suzy took Kimmie's hand and pushed it further between her legs, trapping it between warm denim. "There." She turned her head just enough to look up into Kimmie's eyes. "And he couldn't do this?" Kimmie twisted her hand the right way around, cupping the crotch of Suzy's jeans. "No." Suzy husked, fumbling with her own buttons. "Or this?" Kimmie slipped her hand into the jeans, pressing the cotton gusset of Suzy's panties hard between her labia. "No." "Or this?" A finger hooked the cotton aside and slipped past it into the moist folds of Suzy's vagina. Suzy said nothing. Her head moved almost imperceptibly from side to side. "Or this?" Kimmie's thumb pressed against her inserted finger, pinching one of Suzy's lips. Suzy gasped as Kimmie pulled, stretching her. Kimmie, seeing Suzy's mouth open, crammed her tongue into it, kissing her roughly. Suzy responded. Her hands pulled at Kimmie's clothes, finally extricating one breast from its cup and tweaking the perky nipple as hard as she could. By unspoken agreement, they released each other and stripped off their own clothes. There was a brief wrestling match to be on top, which Suzy won when she managed to pin Kimmie's head between the pillows and her butt. For some reason, finding herself with a faceful of bare ass, Kimmie didn't resist. Clinging to her girlfriend's thighs, Kimmie buried her tongue in the musky folds of Suzy's pussy, spreading her own legs as wide as possible by way of invitation and squirming with pleasure as soft lips closed over her clit. Pick an odd number between 68 and 70. 69, right? It may not be much of a trick but it certainly felt magic. With a mouthful of pussy and a pussy full of tongue, the girls licked each other towards orgasm. It was one of those rare occasions when Kimmie came first, thrusting her hips up against Suzy's face and clinging to her girlfriend's waist, her moaning and whimpering muffled by the pussy pressed against her mouth. Kimmie trembled as her climax rolled on, seemingly forever. Eventually, Suzy let her collapse back onto the sheets, ignoring Kimmie's clit and gently lapping the nectar that glistened on puffy labia. The little aftershocks this caused, made Kimmie clench handfuls of bedding as Suzy's tongue cleaned her. Suzy's own pussy was sopping wet too. Poised tantalisingly close to Kimmie's face, it glistened in the dim light of their bedroom. Kimmie pulled Suzy's flanks down onto her mouth, not having the energy to lift her head. Suzy sat up, planting her crotch firmly on Kimmie's face and rocking, feeling the hard bridge of Kimmie's nose against her lips. She eased forward, feeling a rough tongue travel from her clitoral hood, along her puffy slit, dip momentarily into her pussy, pass on over her perineum and tickle her anus. She held still, letting Kimmie's burrowing tongue work on her ass. Ooh that felt sexy. She slid back, dragging her pussy back over Kimmie's mouth until the prone girl was sucking on her clit like a vacuum cleaner.