10 comments/ 134111 views/ 17 favorites A Close Shave By: Pokerman It was Saturday night. Frank and I went to our favorite local bar to hang out and try to meet women. He was usually successful more than I was, though I certainly got my fair share of 'action' as well. The place was packed as usual, with all the tables along the wall taken, and people standing elbow to elbow at the bar. We managed to squeeze ourselves near the bar and ordered a couple of beers. Standing around talking, drinking our beers, we were having a pretty good time. It was still pretty early -- around 10:00 or so -- and the ballgame was still on, so as we were half watching the Yankees on the TV and half watching the women in the bar, I noticed two stools open up next to where we were standing. We sat down, relaxing as last, and just enjoying the atmosphere. A beautiful blonde shimmied up next to Frank and smiled at him as she ordered a drink. Before I knew it, he was talking to her more than me, and I was left to stare at the ball game and make small talk with Jim the bartender. As I'm sitting there watching Rivera close out another Yankees win, I couldn't help overhearing the women next to me talking. One, a blonde, asked the other, a tall redhead, both in their early 20s, "So how are things going with you and Steve?" "Pretty good..." she trailed off. "Just pretty good? I thought you said he could be the one?" "I dunno," said the redhead. "I mean he's sexy, and smart and treats me well..." I could see her friend knew where this was heading, as I slid a little closer to them on my barstool. Jim smiled at me as I tried to not be too obvious that I was eavesdropping. "But....?" asked the blonde. "Well," she looked around to make sure nobody was watching her as I tried to act nonchalant. "I really like him...but it's the sex. Don't get me wrong, I like the sex, but there's just something missing. I love his body, and the control I have over him we have oral sex, but he never goes down on me. I mean just once I'd like him to return the favor. And then when we have sex, it's all about him -- he never cares if I cum too, he just screws me and then rolls off, as if it's the greatest thing ever." Her blonde friend was nodding knowingly. "They're all like that. Just once I'd like to meet a guy who liked eating me just half as much as I like sucking him. But I can't remember the last time a guy did that to me." I love eating pussy, and sensed my opening. I turned towards them and said "Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation." The redhead gave me a dirty look and said "AND...?" She caught me off guard. "And I was wondering if I could ask you a question if I buy you guys a drink." She softened a little, and said "Sure. One drink, one question." I laughed, and knew I had one chance. Worse comes to worse, I'll have spent $10 to have two drinks thrown in my face. Jim served the drinks, and as the redhead sipped hers, she said, "OK, what's your question?" I swallowed hard, tried to smile as best I could and said, "Like I said, I couldn't help but overhearing your conversation. Personally, I love performing oral sex, and I was wondering if either of you shaved your pussy, or if you let it grow naturally?" I took a half-step back as they both looked at me like I had two heads, and the redhead grabbed a handful of pretzels and threw them at me. "What kind of a question is that!?!?" I looked at her blonde friend for support. She said, "Well, Natalie, you did say he could ask you a question if he bought you a drink." With that, the redheaded Natalie took some nuts and threw them at her friend. "Well, smartass. Why don't you answer him, then?" She looked at me for a minute, then looked around to make sure nobody else was listening to us, and in a hoarse whisper said, "No. I've never shaved down there." Natalie looked at her with her mouth slightly open. "AMY! I can't believe you told him that." At least I knew both their names now. "You don't even know this guy!" I stuck my hand out. "I'm Jake. You're Amy?" She took my hand and shook it lightly. "Yes, and this is Natalie." I stuck my hand to Natalie, who barely touched it. "So Natalie, now that you know me, what about you?" She gave Amy a dirty look and said "No" rather gruffly. "Why would I want to look like a little girl? Does that turn you on, having sex with little girls?" I wasn't expecting that. "No, no, no" I stammered. "Look, a table opened up in the back. What do you say I buy us all new drinks and we go sit down? I think I can help you both out." I called over my favorite waitress, Mary, and asked her to escort my new friends to the table in the back while I got us new drinks. Mary gave me a quick wink as she led Amy and Natalie to the table. Jim, laughing at me, handed me three new drinks and said "Never gonna happen, man. You're just wasting your time." As I walked towards the women, I thought about how I was going to approach this. I put the drinks on the table and sat down. I took a quick drink from my glass, trying not to notice that Amy and Natalie were staring at me. As I put my glass down, Amy broke the ice. "So, how can you help us out," she asked. "Yeah, Jake. How can you help us out," Natalie added snidely. I started to concentrate on Amy. Staring into her beautiful green eyes, I said "You said you'd love to meet a guy who, how'd you put it? Liked eating you half as much as you liked sucking him?" Amy blushed. "And Natalie, you said your guy treats you well but is selfish in bed. Let me tell you both, you're going out with the wrong guys." "And how do you know that," asked Natalie. "Because," I said. "I love eating pussy -- especially one that's clean shaven. But even if it's not, I always make sure my partner has at least one orgasm, if not two, before entering her." Natalie looked at me with disbelief. She said "OK. How do I know you're telling the truth?" I motioned for Mary to bring us 3 more drinks. "Well, you could let me show you," I said, as seductively as I could. Natalie said nothing, but drained the rest of her drink. Amy was staring at me. I looked at her and smiled. "But you'd have to let me shave you, first." Neither of them responded to my suggestion. As the drinks came, Amy took a quick gulp and spoke first. "Have you ever done it before? I mean shaved someone." Natalie looked at her, then me, with curiosity. "Yes. I used to shave my last girlfriend all the time. She loved using it as part of our foreplay. And I loved eating her freshly shaved pussy." "Shaved, shaved, shaved," Natalie said. "What's so great about a woman who shaves?" "Everything," I said. "It's not that I want the 'little girl look', as you called it. But a woman's pussy is a beautiful thing. Why hide it behind all that hair? Besides -- think about it. Before you went to work today, you took a shower. You cleaned yourself from head to toe. Put on makeup, perfume, fixed your hair and got dressed. Then before coming here, you either took another shower, or changed your clothes, fixed your makeup and went out. I'm guessing you skipped the shower and just got fixed up." They both nodded yes. "The problem is, and don't take this the wrong way, is that by the end of the day, certain things...accumulate. We tend to sweat a bit. You go to the bathroom. Maybe even get a little aroused. By the end of the day, things down there aren't as fresh as they were after your shower. Your pubic hair tends to trap these odors. When a guy goes down on you, to be honest, it probably smells a little like sweat and urine. Not the most appealing scents. Plus, your hair is probably matted, so things don't look all that attractive either. And with all that, you have to make the guy work for what you 'want' -- spending half his energy moving your hair out of the way to find your pussy. Not to mention constantly ending up with a mouthful of hairs. Nothing turns a guy off more than licking hair, and nothing kills a mood more than a guy choking like a cat with a hairball." All though I wasn't being exactly flattering, both girls were staring at me intently, softly nodding along. I continued. "But when a woman has shaved, well, it's just beautiful. I love seeing a woman's pussy for the first time, touching it, rubbing it. Learning what makes her squirm and what makes her cum quickly. Every woman's pussy is unique and beautiful in their own way. And seeing it bare -- nothing there but clean skin turns me on so much. I can explore not just her sweet pussy, but all over, teasing her with kisses and licks, light nibbles and long, hard sucks. It's completely uninhibited and the most incredible experience for me and her. And with no hair there, there's no unpleasant smell or taste, there's just her wonderful, natural scent, and incredible sweet taste. Many times the woman I'm with has had to physically push me away from her pussy, because I won't stop eating her." Amy and Natalie were beginning to squirm in their chairs. Natalie excused herself to go get some more nuts. Amy slid her chair next to mine and said quietly "That was incredible. I'm so hot right now from listening to you; I couldn't help touching myself under the table. Wait here for a minute." Amy joined Natalie at the bar and they talked for a minute. Natalie brought the nuts back to the table and said, "We'll be right back." I watched as they disappeared into the Ladies Room. I quickly downed my drink. After the longest five minutes of my life, Natalie and Amy came back to the table, both of them now sitting right next to me. Amy put her hand on my lap, as Natalie leaned closer to me. "Did you mean what you said before? About shaving us?" I took a hard swallow. "Sure" was all I could manage. I glanced over at Amy. "It might be all the drinks you keep buying us," Amy said. "But we both got so turned on by your story that we want to try it. Now." To punctuate what she was telling me, Amy grabbed my face and kissed me. Once the initial shock passed, I kissed her back, our mouths opening as our tongues thrust together. On the other side of me, Natalie started rubbing my cock through my pants. Amy broke our kiss as Natalie leaned in and gave me a long kiss, too. "We're parked right outside. Follow us to our apartment -- we live about 15 minutes from here," Natalie said. "You guys are roommates," I asked. "Yeah," said Amy. "We were roommates in college and once we graduated decided to get an apartment together too, to save on rent. Two people can spit a two-bedroom apartment cheaper than they can each get a one-bedroom on their own." I quickly paid for the drinks, leaving a generous tip for Mary as the three of us walked out of the bar arm in arm. Behind the bar, Jim gave me a wave and a thumbs-up. He poked Frank and made sure he saw me leaving the bar with these two beautiful women. As we got to Amy's car, Natalie said "Aim, why don't I go with Jake so he doesn't get lost." I smiled at her. "Good idea. I'm parked right over there." Amy got into her car and Natalie and I got into mine and started to drive. I tried to keep my eyes on her car as I snuck glances as Natalie. She was really stunning. Her red hair hung 3-4 inches below her shoulders. Her full breasts strained against her shirt as I could see her nipples sticking out. Her skirt, which came down only half way to her knees when she was standing, rode up a few inches when she sat down. I kept one hand on the wheel, and one on her left thigh. She put her hands over mine, resting them there as I rubbed her soft skin. I moved my hand up slowly as she moved her hands to her sides. Taking that as permission, I slipped my hand up to her panties. They were already damp with excitement. Natalie eased the seat back as far as she could as she closed her eyes. Her legs spread open for me; I was rubbing her pussy through her panties, until she took my hand and slipped it under the soft material. Her pussy was so soft, as I started rubbing her with my first two fingers. Natalie lifted her hips and pulled off her panties, giving me easy access to her cunt. I fucked her quickly with my fingers as she thrust against my hands. I spread her wetness around, bringing my sticky fingers up to her clit. As I hit her clit, she moaned loudly as she squirmed in the seat. I concentrated on her clit for a while, rubbing her in quick, clockwise circles. I saw her bite her lip as she moved her hands up to rub her nipples through her shirt. I would occasionally slip my fingers down into her pussy, thrusting them deep inside of her before bringing them back up to her clit. Natalie's breathing was getting faster and she was moaning louder and louder until she grabbed my hand and held it to her clit as she cried out. I pressed hard against her clit as she came hard, coating my hand with her sweet juice. I took my fingers out of her cunt and sucked on them, savoring her delicious taste. Her eyes still closed, I pressed my fingers to her mouth, letting her suck them clean. As her breathing returned to normal, I pulled my fingers from her mouth, and gave her nipples a quick squeeze. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples still hard as I pinched them lightly between my fingers. She managed a soft sigh as I put my hand back on her thigh. She opened her eyes to see where we were. "About 4 or 5 more minutes," she said. As we came to a stop sign, I moved my hand back up to her pussy and started rubbing her clit again. She tried to push my hand away, but I whispered, "I want to see if I can make you cum again before we get to your apartment." She purred at me, "Ohhh Godddd Jake. Ohhhh don't stoppppp." Just cumming a few minutes ago, she was already close to cumming again. I worked my fingers against her clit, and then back into her pussy over and over, finger fucking her quickly. She bit her lower lip again and said "Slower. Slower, I'm so close." I slowed down my fingers as she grabbed my wrist. We turned onto a side street and I saw Amy signaling to turn into their driveway. I whispered to Natalie. "Cum for me. We're there, I want you to cum for me again," as I fingered her furiously. That was all it took. "Ohhhhhh GGgggoddddd Jake, oohhhh GGODDDDDDDDDDD." Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she came even harder than before. We sat there for a minute as she recovered. Amy, wondering why we weren't getting out of the car, came over to my car and knocked on the window. I rolled it down and she could see Natalie's skirt pushed all the way up, her hairy cunt exposed to the night air. "I see you two already got started, huh? I'll catch the elevator while you get yourself together." Natalie undid her seatbelt and brushed down her skirt. She leaned over to be and kissed me passionately. "I hope you're as good with your mouth as you are with your hands," she whispered. I smiled and said, "We'll see." She bent down to put on her panties, but I said, "Why bother?" She laughed a little and shoved them in her bag. As we got out of my car, could smell her pussy on my fingers. She took my hand and led me upstairs to their apartment. Their building was small -- 4 stories, with 6 apartments on each floor. They lived on the fourth floor. I caressed Natalie's ass as we walked into the building. Amy was holding the elevator door open for us. As the door closed, Natalie grabbed me and kissed me passionately, our mouths mashing together as our tongues probed each other's mouth. Amy moved behind me, wrapping her arms around me, between me and Natalie. As Natalie and I kissed, Amy's hands moved down to my hard cock, rubbing and squeezing it through my pants. All too soon the elevator doors opened. Both girls took me by my hands and lead me down to their apartment. Natalie unlocked the door and we all rushed inside, locking the door behind us as quickly as we could. This time it was Amy who pulled me close and kissed me, our bodies grinding together as my cock tried to fuck her through our clothes. I reached between us with my left hand, pushing under her skirt. Amy had taken off her panties at some point, as my fingers probed her wet cunt. I slipped two fingers deep inside her hairy pussy as she moaned into my mouth. Natalie broke us apart, and my fingers popped out of her friend's pussy. I brought my fingers up to my mouth, her musky scent filling my nostrils as I tasted her juices on my fingers. She tasted wonderful. I told her, "Mmmmm...you taste so good, Amy. I can't wait until you're all shaved." Amy pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra, leaving her wearing only her short skirt. Natalie quickly followed suit as Amy led me to the living room, pushing me back on the couch. As the girls took turns kissing me, I caressed their bodies with my hands. Amy reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling out my 7" cock. She moved to the floor in front of me as I lifted my hips, letting her pull off my pants and boxers with one quick motion. I watched as her blonde hair covered my cock as she slowly licked my shaft up and down. Then, without warning, she put her lips over the head of my cock and slid all the way down, until her mouth was full with my cock. As Amy moved her mouth up and down on me, Natalie pushed her breasts in my face. I hungrily sucked them, moving my mouth back and forth between them, as I licked, sucked and nibbled on her hard nipples. I reached down and slipped a finger inside Natalie as I attacked her breasts, fucking her with my fingers, while Amy engulfed my cock in her mouth. It didn't take long for me to make Natalie cum on my hand again. Amy stopped sucking my cock as she watched Natalie's orgasm shudder through her. I pulled my hand out of her cunt, as Natalie got off of the couch and gently pushed Amy aside. Amy took Natalie's place next to me as Natalie started sucking my hard cock. After all the attention I'd had from Amy, I was already close to cumming as Natalie swirled her tongue around my head. I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes as I lost myself in the attention Natalie was giving me. Amy leaned next to me, watching her friend suck my cock, as I pushed two fingers inside her wet cunt. Amy spread her legs apart as my fingers plunged in and out of her. I moved my fingers up to rub her clit, sending her into overdrive. Natalie glanced up to watch me finger-fucking her roommate as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap. My breathing was getting faster as she sucked me like a pro. I worked my fingers round and round on Amy's hard clit, wanting her to cum with me. As Natalie moved her hand up to rub my balls, I lost it. I thrust my hips up, sending my cock deep into her mouth as I came, shooting my warm load deep down her throat. Natalie took it all, sucking me dry, as I kept rubbing Amy's clit. Natalie sat, kneeling on the floor watching me fingering Amy. I took Natalie's hand, and used her fingers to rub Amy's pussy. I leaned over to suck on her firm breasts as Natalie continued rubbing her cunt. Amy looked down to see who's fingers were inside of her, and when she saw it was her roommate, she gasped, and came hard. I kept sucking on her nipples as she came all over her friend's fingers. I took one of Natalie's fingers and sucked off Amy's juices, then rubbed the other finger against her lips. Natalie opened her mouth and sucked on her finger, savoring Amy's taste. I asked her how she liked it. "Tastes wonderful," she said. "Just wait," I told her. "Wait until you taste her pussy after it's shaved." "I don't know if I can do that. I mean, I've never done that before," Natalie said. "But you tasted her now, on your fingers." "I know, but I got carried away. That was the first pussy I ever tasted." I smiled at her and pulled her into a standing position. I pushed my fingers into her pussy, getting them nice and coated, and offered them to Amy. She licked them clean, and then to both of our surprise, pulled Natalie to her and started licking her pussy! Natalie threw her head back and pushed her pussy towards her friend's mouth, but Amy pulled away after a few seconds. A Close Shave "You're right. I could sense a urine taste down there. Not to mention all the hair getting in my way, it was like kissing the top of her head" Natalie seemed upset – both at Amy stopping her licking, and at her comments. "Before you get upset, Natalie, why don't you see what we mean? Kneel down." Natalie did as I told her. Amy put her hands on her thighs, and spread them wide. Natalie leaned into her friend's crotch. I pushed gently on the back of her head, encouraging her. Natalie spread Amy's lips apart, and gave her a tentative lick. After a few strokes of her tongue, she moved away. "OK, you're right. She tasted better on my fingers." I smiled. "But that's not how it should be. Like I said, when you're both shaved, the experience will be much better." Natalie looked at me tentatively. Amy and I stood up. I took Natalie's hand in mine, and helped her off the floor. The three of us kissed again. They put their arms around me, and guided me to Natalie's bedroom. She had a nice, king-sized bed. "So, what do you need, Jake," Amy asked. I told her to get me some cuticle scissors, two new razors, a towel, a bowl of warm water, a washcloth and some shaving cream. Amy went to get the supplies, while Natalie went to get a small table for me to put next to the bed for the bowl of water. Amy brought back everything I needed, and we all sat down on the bed, naked. I couldn't help staring into their messy, hairy, crotches, thinking about how much fun I was going to have shaving them clean. I asked who wanted to go first, and Amy quietly said she did. I spread out the towel in the middle of the bed, and Amy laid down, her gorgeous ass squarely in the center of the towel. I had Natalie straddle her stomach to keep her legs apart. First, I took the washcloth, wet it in the warm water, and gently cleaned her pussy. Amy squirmed against my hand as I washed her. (The washing also helps soften the hairs). Then, I took the cuticle scissors, and trimmed away as much hair as I could. After a few minutes, there was just short stubble around her pussy, where once it was covered with a thick mess of hair. As I took the cream and squirted a small amount into my palm, I could see her juices glistening on her lips. I worked it into a nice lather, and spread it around her pussy. Then carefully using one of the new razors she got for me, I started shaving away the rest of her pubic hair. I used one hand to pull her lips out of the way (slipping a finger inside of her for effect) as I expertly removed all traces of pubes. Natalie was transfixed as she watched me shave her friend, first the left side, and then the right, before removing the triangle of hair above her clit. When I was done, I used the end of the towel to wipe off the excess cream, and sat back to admire my work. Amy looked incredible. I slowly took my hand and rubbed all over her freshly shaved pussy, feeling how smooth she was. Amy was going nuts, bucking her hips against my hand as I slipped two fingers deep inside of her. I slid down the bed and kissed my way up her thighs to her newly exposed cunt. Amy grabbed by head and pulled me in tight. I fucked her cunt with my mouth, eagerly exploring every inch of her sweet flesh. I ate her fast and hard, licking and sucking all over as she rubbed her pussy against my face. Natalie slid off her friend and stared at me eating her bare pussy. I took Natalie's hand and put it against Amy's clit, moving it in quick, hard circles while I devoured her sweet flesh. The experience was too much for Amy and she exploded in ecstasy, clenching her thighs around my head as she came over and over. I lapped up all her juices, savoring her incredible taste. I sucked her hard clit into my mouth as she came, which sent her over the top again. Completely lost in her orgasm, Amy fucked my face as she came again and again. She couldn't take it any more and finally pushed my mouth away. She looked down at me, my face glistening with her juices, and put her hands under my arms, pulling me up to her. We kissed passionately, my cock sliding back and forth over her slippery cunt. Amy reached down to fondle me, then guided my hard cock inside of her tight pussy. She was so wet from her orgasms, that I filled her with one hard thrust. Amy wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me deeper inside of her as we fucked. I arched my back to suck on her right nipple as I pounded away at her, then noticed Natalie next to me, watching us fuck, her eyes transfixed at the sight right next to her. I got up on my knees, my legs pointing behind me, which let me fuck Amy even deeper, while allowing me to my cock drive in and out of her incredible pussy. I stopped thrusting for a minute and pulled Natalie next to me, kissing her deeply, driving my tongue in and out of her mouth so she could taste her friend's juices all over my lips. My cock still buried deep inside Amy's cunt, I guided Natalie's head down to Amy's breasts, and she instinctively sucked on her nipple. Natalie moaned loudly as her friend sucked hard on her tits. I started fucking Amy with hard, deep thrusts as our orgasms built. I was barely pulling my cock out of her before slamming back inside. With each thrust, Amy moaned loudly, and I could tell she was close to cumming. Without any encouragement, Natalie moved her fingers down to Amy's clit and started rubbing it like I showed her before. That was all it took. All the sucking, rubbing and fucking sent Amy into another explosive orgasm, her whole body shuddering as she came all over my hard cock. Amy took Natalie's face in her hands and kissed her lovingly. As the two women kissed, I pounded into my cock into Amy's cunt faster and harder. Amy started using her inner muscles to squeeze my cock with each deep thrust, and I lost it. I drove my cock deep inside her one last time as I felt my balls tighten, and cried out as I exploded deep inside her tight pussy. I shot over and over inside of her, filling her with my cum. I bent down to kiss Amy, my softening cock still inside of her. As I moved off Amy, I moved in front of Natalie, wrapping my arms around her waist. I kissed her softly, my cock pressing against her stomach and whispered, "You're next." Amy moved over, and helped me lay Natalie down. She kissed Natalie softly as I got ready to shave her hairy cunt. I told Amy to straddle her just like Natalie did, and had her hold her legs apart. Natalie didn't need any encouragement, as she saw the treatment I gave Amy, and was ready for me to do the same to her. As I got between her legs, I could smell the musky scent of her arousal, as her hair shined with her pussy juices. Again, I used the washcloth first, and then gently clipped away as much of the excess hair as I could. As I reached for the cream, Amy announced she wanted to get a better look at me shaving her, so she scooted backwards on her chest and lay down on stomach. Amy was practically eye-to-cunt with Natalie, so I sprayed the cream into her palm and had her lather up Natalie's pussy. As she did, she started absently rocking side-to-side, her pussy inches from Natalie's face. I watched as Natalie stared straight into her friend's shaved pussy, before surprising me as she started rubbing Amy's bare flesh. Amy pressed back towards Natalie, shoving her cunt against her mouth. I could see my cum dripping out of Amy's pussy as Natalie reached up and pulled Amy to her, licking and sucking on her sweet lips. I was in awe as Amy leaned back, sitting on Natalie's face, while Natalie ate her like a virgin getting his first piece. It was wet, and it was sloppy, and it was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. I snapped back to attention, and started shaving the rest of Natalie's pussy. With each stroke of the razor, Natalie moaned into Amy's cunt, making her squirm on her face. I slowly drew the razor against her skin, pulling her lips away from her body to make sure I left no stubble. I finished the sides, and then quickly took care of the triangle above her clit. I used the towel to wipe the rest of the cream off her skin. I leaned back to stare at my work, admiring Natalie's beautiful pussy, now revealed in all it's natural glory. As I cleaned up the bed of all the shaving equipment, Amy leaned down and buried her face in Natalie's newly shaved cunt. I couldn't believe that these two roommates, who had never done anything sexual with each other before were now locked in a 69 position! I lay down on the bed, kissing my way up Natalie's legs to her pussy, keeping one eye on Amy's tongue working its way in and out of Natalie. She was doing her best, but with Natalie bringing her closer to her own orgasm, Amy lost her rhythm. I moved up to Natalie's cunt, easing Amy away gently. Amy leaned back, sitting upright over Natalie's face as I started licking and sucking Natalie's pussy. She tasted just as incredible as Amy, and I worked my tongue in and out of her pussy. Natalie wrapped her legs around my head, burying my face against her as I ate her hard. Even with Natalie's legs around my head, I could hear Amy crying out as she came, squirting her juices mixed with my thick cum all over Natalie's mouth. Nat licked her clean, sucking all my cum out of her, bringing Amy to several more intense orgasms. Amy's orgasms spurred me on more, and I redoubled my effort on Natalie's pussy. As Amy moved off her friend's face, she turned around to lay next to me, watching as I ate out Nat's pussy. I was sucking her clit in and out of my mouth, then moving down to fuck her pussy with my tongue. As I slid my tongue in and out of her pussy, Amy reached over to rub Natalie's clit, whispering to her friend how wonderful she tasted, and how beautiful she looked. Natalie cried out "Ohhhh Goddddd!!! OHHHhh Goddddd!" as she came again, adding her juices to Amy's all over my face. I sucked Natalie's clit into my mouth as she came, which sent her even higher, as I sucked her clit through her orgasm. Natalie pushed me away after her third climax. I told her to roll over, and she did, flashing her gorgeous ass at me. I took my cock and positioned it right at her waiting hole. I eased in the head, and then, putting my hands on her hips, pulled her back towards me, slamming the full length of my cock deep inside her with one hard thrust. Natalie cried out as I started banging away at her tight cunt, her magnificent breasts swaying underneath her with each thrust. Amy was sitting on the bed next to us, fingering her pussy as she watched my cock drive in and out of Natalie. After a few minutes of fucking Natalie, I pulled out and laid down in the middle of the bed. I pulled Natalie to me, and she straddled my cock, easily sliding me back inside of her. I loved being on bottom, and reached up to play with Natalie's breasts as she rode my cock. I pulled her close to me, sucking on her nipples as she bounced up and down on my thick shaft. Amy reached down to play with my balls as Natalie fucked me, giving me an idea. I told Natalie to turn around, so she was facing away from me. Again, she mounted my cock, and I pulled her down so she was laying flat on my stomach. I pushed our legs apart as far as I could, and guided Amy between our legs. She lay down between us, watching my cock go in and out of Natalie's pussy, then stuck her tongue out, licking my shaft and Natalie's clit with one long stroke. I moved my hands up to Natalie's breasts, rubbing her nipples as Amy tongued us together. Natalie was bucking her hips wildly as Amy licked her pussy, my thick cock stretching her to the limit as our orgasms built again. Amy was licking faster and harder, licking from my balls up to Natalie's clit, sending us both into a frenzy. Natalie came first, nearly breaking my cock off as she clenched me deep inside of her. Amy was sucking on her clit as she came, and as soon as Natalie's orgasm ended, mine began. I cried out "Ohhhh shitttt!" as I exploded into Natalie's tight cunt, my first squirt going into her before Amy pulled me out of her pussy. The second shot landed on the outside of her pussy, before Amy got me in her mouth, deep throating my cock. I filled Amy's mouth with my cum, and when she'd swallowed every last drop from my cock, she ate what landed on Natalie's pussy, until she'd gotten it all. Natalie rolled over and we kissed, a heated, passionate kiss that reached down to our toes. Amy moved up next to me, and as I broke my kiss with Natalie, Amy leaned in to kiss me the same way. It was very sensual, with Natalie laying naked on top of me, while making out with the equally naked Amy next to me. Natalie rolled off, and I held both girls in my arms, Natalie on the left, Amy on the right. Both girls laid their heads on my chest as I softly stroked their backs. We just stayed their contentedly for a while, until the force in my bladder made be break our caress and head to the bathroom. When I got back, I saw Amy and Natalie locked in a sweet embrace, kissing each other like life-long lovers. Their hands glided over each other's bodies, feeling their breasts, their asses, before easing their hands down explore each other's shaved pussies. I sat on the bed at watched them masturbate each other, until they both came again. They asked me to stay the night, so I moved between the two of them as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. As I fell into dreamland, I wondered what would happen the next morning... A Close Shave "There I'm finish your cleanly shaved see... feel," Eve says smiling down at Michael then reaching for the soapy bowl of water and the straight edge blade she just finished using putting it on the table by the bed. Michael reaches up to feel his own face that lays in Eve's lap while they were on the bed. "See I do the best shaves this side of town," Eve laughs down at him. "Yeah it's pretty good, it must be the way you relax your clientele shaving them with their head in your lap," Michael answers Eve back chuckling his head still lying in her lap. He didn't want to get up he felt very relax, his head in her lap after she finished shaving him, he could fall asleep now. It was the best shave he ever had and he was glad that he had given in and allowed Eve to give him her specialty shaves. A shave that she often gave her boyfriend she told him. Michael's much more relaxed now and his heartbeat is much slower than when they started. His racing heartbeat during the shave had more to do with his head in Eve's lap than the straight edge blade against his neck she used to shave him. He feels guilty laying there especially now that the shave is finished and his head is still in her lap. But she's not urging him up off of her lap so he's not rushing to move. "Your face is very kissable now you'll have to beat the ladies away with a stick," Eve spoke down to Michael startling him out of his private thoughts. "I'm sure that will happen...," Michael says back sarcastically "Maybe little old ladies, with my profession," he continues looking up at Eve. Michael can't believe that this beautiful woman looking down at him seems to be flirting with him. He doesn't really know how to react so he just continues to lay there. She's actually stroking his face now. "I'm sure you get more attention than you realize," Eve says to him looking into his eyes smiling "Women dig the uniform," winking down at him. Silence follows which seems to go on forever. "Well... thanks... for the shave I better get going I don't want to take up to much of your time. It's bad enough I've crashed here at your house for the entire week. Now I have you waiting on me." "It was my ideal and my pleasure," Eve says uncrossing her legs and getting up making Michael land on the bed. Michael began to sit up himself but before he does Eve now on her knees beside him bends over and gives him a kiss on his cheek. "See smooth as a baby bottom," Eve whispers her lips right beside his ear. All Michael could manage to say back hoarsely is, "Yeah." But it isn't all he could manage to do. He reaches up with one hand and places it on the back of Eve head, his fingers in her hair. Pulling her even closer down to him, their lips meet and they kiss each other slowly and long. He had never kissed anyone like this before but is having no problem now. Rising up off the bed but still kissing he pushes Eve flat on her back onto the bed. Their kissing becomes more passionate and to Michael surprise Eve takes his hand and places it on her breast. He automatically began to rub every inch of the breast under his hand through her sun dress. Eve arm wraps around his back holding him closer. One of her legs pushes between his legs. Although every part of his body is tingling he thinks he is going to hyperventilate. Michael can't believe what is going on. This is sooo wrong, she has a boyfriend and he... he... All thoughts rushed out of his head when the blood rushed to his cock. Eve under him hands were at his belt, both hands undoing his pants. Her lips left his and he just stays there holding himself up above her while she undoes his pants. He's breathing even faster now, he feels like he is going to pass out or something. His pants undone, zipper down he sits up and grabs Eve's hands with both of his. "I... I don't think...," Michael starts his words shaky. "Don't think!" Eve almost commands looking up at him cutting him off. She sits up and finishes what she started. Michael sitting on the bed lies back when Eve pushes him down so that he is lying on his back. Kneeling next to him Eve takes Michael already hard cock out of his pants. "Oh God," Michael whispers in a half prayer looking up at the ceiling. But he doesn't know if he is praying for Eve to stop or for her to keep going. Either way it looks like she isn't going to stop. She wraps her fingers around his cock and glide them up and down him, stroking him slowly. Bending over she licks the head of his cock and them laps the entire length with her tongue. Michael just closes his eyes and listens to his heart beating, his heavy breathing and the sound of his cock going into Eve's mouth. With her lips apart she sucks his cock into her mouth. She likes the feel of it sliding into her mouth. Michael likes the feel of it sliding into her mouth to. "Ummmm," Michael moans out loud. Eve hand moves up and down Michael's cock, her lips meeting her fingers as her mouth went down and her hand went up. Her saliva covering him as she let her spit dribble down his shaft. Taking her hand away she allows her mouth to go farther down his cock. She gobbles, sucks his cock deep into her mouth. Expertly bobbing her head on him, her lips reaching lower and lower each time. Michael can't help reaching down and grabbing hold of Eve's head with both his hands while she sucks his cock in and out of her mouth. He doesn't want to anger her by doing this but he doesn't want her to stop either. His body feels on fire, there is nothing else, no one else in the world right then except his cock going in and out of her wet sucking mouth. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold off before cumming. Did she want him to cum in her mouth, on the bed or somewhere else? His mind reeling he let those thoughts go and focus on the fact that his cock is deep in this beautiful woman's mouth. He can feel himself about to cum. His hands on her head are doing more than holding her head now. He grabs her hair tight and holds his cock deep in her mouth. The head of his cock at the back of her mouth in her throat, Michael is in a trance. He hears her gagging but holds her head still on his cock as his cum empties into her mouth and throat. "Ohhhh yes yes," Michael moans as he releases his seed into her. Eve tries not to gag too much on the cock deep in her mouth and cum squirting into her throat. But she pulls back from him, against his hands holding her head. His cock slides from her mouth and the last of his cum cover her lips and chin. Sitting up Eve gasps for air cum dripping from her lips. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Eve," Michael instantly apologizes. Smiling Eve just laughed softly. Michael sits up zipping himself buckling up his pants. Leaning over to him Eve kisses him on the lips gently smearing his cum from her lips on his mouth. Without thinking he tries to lick the cum from his lips. "There's nothing to be sorry about is there?" Eve asked sympathetically. Michael shook his head, "No, nothing... I guess." He didn't know what else to say so he just sat there watching Eve on her knees kneeling beside him. They both hear a noise coming from downstairs. "That's Tim," Eve says quickly "I better get out of here." Michael says nothing but jumps off the bed. Eve gets up to, straighten her cloths and heads for the guest bedroom door. Michael follows behind her he wants to say something but doesn't have any idea what to say. "Ok well," is all he could manage. "I'll see you downstairs Tim said he was going to fix dinner tonight," Eve says to break the uneasiness. "O.k." "O.k. see you downstairs." "O.k." Eve leaves the room but Michael notices she goes the opposite direction from the stairs that leads downstairs. It looks like she was going to her bedroom in the other direction. He does hear someone on the stairs, its Tim, Eve's boyfriend. Michael hears Tim walking down the hallway towards their room. Michael goes for the door wanting to close it before Tim walks past. But he gets to the door just as Tim is walking past. Stopping at the door Tim speaks to Michael "Hey there, how ya doing?" Tim says not waiting for an answer, "You've seen Eve?" Trying to look calm Michael tries to smile at Eve's boyfriend. He answers his second question. "I think she went to her room, ummm I...I mean she's in her room," He stammers. "Ok thanks," Tim smiles at Michael with a sideways smile and continue standing there at the door. Michael stands holding onto the bedroom doorknob, is Tim staring at him? "You enjoying your stay here? I mean here at the house and here back in the city? I know everyone is really looking forward to your speech at the forum." "Yeah," is all Michael answers back. It doesn't seem like Tim is really waiting for a reply anyway. Michael just stands there at the bedroom door using it to support his weak knees. Hoping his answers to Tim ramblings is correct. Almost tuning Tim completely out he snaps back when he feels Tim hand on his shoulder. "You alright Father Michael?" Tim asks. "Yes I'm fine," the priest answers back "I better get some rest before dinner." Michael then closes the bedroom door wiping his mouth after the door is close. A Close Shave This is dedicated to dD following a conversation in PM's regarding the subject. Thank you for the inspiration dD. All participants are over 18. * Abbey stepped out of the shower, it was time. She had agreed to this and was looking forward to the experience. However, there was still nervousness, still uncertainty, as there always is. Drying herself Abbey looked in the mirror, standing at 6' feet she was most proud of her legs. They were long and firm, she loved to wear socks, ankle, knee highs, thigh highs, it didn't matter. Socks were her love as others collected shoes Abbey collected socks. But this was not about socks, although she had shaved her legs while in the shower. It wasn't about her legs even. This was about something else, something Abbey had thought about for a long time. He had agreed to do it without hesitation, so now it was about to happen. Abbey wrapped a dry bath towel around her breasts and grabbed a hand towel. Walking through to the bedroom Abbey smiled. He was already prepared, a towel lay on the bed, a smaller hand towel lay on a small table at the side of the bed. A razor, shaving cream and a small bowl of water sat on the table next to the towel. Shaking her head in wonderment, Abbey discarded the towels. Letting them fall to the floor she walked naked to the bed. He stood at the side of the bed next to the table. Smiling softly as he waited for Abbey. Without a word Abbey lay across the bed, laying on the towel. Her knees bent at the very edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor. Raising herself on her elbows she looked up at him a nervous smile on her lips. He smiled back as he reached into the bowl of water and lifted out a cloth. Squeezing it in his strong grip he let the drops cascade into the bowl. Kneeling he eased apart Abbey's legs, lightly pushing aside each knee to expose her fully to his gaze. Abbey gasped at the heat of the cloth as he placed it gently over her womanhood. His hand covered the cloth and proceeded to wipe around the area, soaking the hairs that partially concealed her nether lips. Abbey watched as he carefully moistened the area she had so recently dried, watched as he leaned back and dropped the cloth back into the water. Picking up the shaving foam he pressed the nozzle slowly, letting the cream ooze out into the fingers of his right hand. Abbey felt her buttocks clench as the cool foam was smeared into the short hair, clench and lift her hips slightly as he spread the foam over her flesh. As he worked he lifted first one foot and then the other onto the bed, opening her further, allowing easier access to her most intimate parts. Abbey closed her eyes as his fingers traveled over her flesh. Although his movements were not intended to excite, she never the less found herself becoming excited. Too soon for Abbey his fingers lifted off and away from her, too soon his touch was withdrawn from her responding flesh. Abbey watched as he reached for the razor, watched as he brought it close to her vulnerable parts. He paused and looked up to stare into her eyes as his rose in question. Abbey breathed deeply before nodding her head. Carefully he brought the razor into contact with flesh, stroked upwards taking the first of her hairs with it. Sliding through and over the foam it brought smoothness where there had always been hair. Abbey breathed slowly, not wanting to move in case of injury. The slightest nick would be felt, the smallest cut would bring a premature end to the event. Slowly he repeated the action this time letting the blade glide along the edge of her pussy lips. Let sharpness brush over her entrance. He moved slowly, his eyes watching as the sharp razor moved to expose her in a way she had never been exposed. His attention was fully on the act, his mind absorbed by the need to be careful. He did not think of later, he did not consider what might happen once he had finished. He did not smile in anticipation of next. He simply stroked the razor over flesh, removed hair and carefully avoided easily damaged flesh. Abbey found his absorption in the act amazingly erotic, her lips expanded with the flow of blood, blood that could be so easily spilled should he slip. Her breathing became tense with each stroke of the razor, the inner folds of her pussy became moist. Finally he stopped, he studied his work before running a thumb of the shaved area. A shudder of excitement surged through Abbey as his palm rested on her clit. She was aware that he was not aware of his act. With a quick stroke of the razor he removed a small area of stubble before turning and dropping the razor into the bowl. He finally looked up at Abbey and smiled as he pulled out the wet cloth once more. This time he did not ring it out but merely squeezed it slightly prior to letting it drip over her abdomen, the water running down over her recently shaved pussy. He brought the cloth into contact with flesh carefully wiping away the few areas of shaving foam. Abbey could feel the water run along the length of her pussy, washing away the small amount of her own fluids that had seeped out while he shaved her. He wiped up the last of the foam and once more dropped the cloth into the bowl. Still his attention was on the act, he picks up the towel and tenderly dries Abbey. His towel clad hand slips beneath her urging her to lift her hips as he slips the larger towel from beneath her. Abbey sighs her body trembling as she relaxes, she had not been aware of the tension until the moment it was gone. A sigh escapes her as he places the towels on the floor by the bed. She watches still as he studies the results of his endeavors, smiles as he examines the outcome of the event. Looking down she sees what he sees. Her lips are fully exposed, her excitement apparent by the slight glistening of fluid along its length. There is nothing to distract from her womanhood, there is no borders or boundaries visible. Only the entrance to her inner being. Abbey is so intent of her own study of herself that she is shocked to have her view suddenly blocked, surprised by the sudden touch of a tongue along her length. She moans as he sucks on her clit. Then it is gone, he stands holding the damp towels in his hand. He picks up the bowl and the foam from the table and carries them out. Leaving Abbey to groan inwardly before reaching down and exploring her smoothness. A Close Shave "You really don't need to do this, you know," Will protests, sitting up. "Don't be ridiculous, Will," Hannibal chastises, guiding him back against the barber's chair with a firm hand on his shoulder. "It's my pleasure." He allows his hand to linger a bit longer on the younger man's arm, "Just sit back and ...relax." Relax. Relax. Relax. Will rests his head back against the plush, leather seat, closes his eyes, and repeats the word in his mind, a steady mantra to calm his anxious nerves at being alone in Hannibal Lecter's house; in Hannibal Lecter's bedroom. Although he's had dinner here many times in the past, sat in his study over countless therapy sessions, Will can't quite shake the sensation that he is crossing some kind of unspoken line by being here in these intimate surroundings, about to let the infamous Dr. Lecter shave him! The attraction he feels for the man is unparalleled by anything in his past experiences, overwhelming and consuming; it frightens him with its implications. Being here, in Lecter's inner sanctum, he is acutely aware of every sound, every pulse of unforeseen, thrilling anticipation. He is conscious of the dark wood accents of the room, a perfect complement to Lecter's somber personality; the faint scent of sandalwood wafting across the air, mingling with the menthol of the shaving cream Hannibal now lathers across his face. Hannibal has fantasized about this moment for so long; having Will laid back before him, neck exposed, and totally at his mercy. He gently wipes a smear of shaving cream away from Will's lower lip with the edge of his finger, feeling his groin tighten. Expertly, he draws the straight razor slowly down the leather strap attached to his hip. Will winces unintentionally at the faint whisk as the steel passes over the hard band. "Ok, Will, we're going to begin," Hannibal's deep voice spills over Will's prone form. Hannibal tilts Will's head back steadily with a hand on his chin. Will starts at the first touch of steel to his skin, willing himself to be still under what he is sure is Hannibal's careful and practiced touch. Hannibal continues down Will's cheeks, across the slope of his chin, under his nose, the quiet snick of the blade and the splash of the water sloshing against the sides of the ceramic basin as Hannibal rinses the razor between strokes. Hannibal takes a shallow breath through his nose, fighting to control the yearning in his loins as he readies the blade to make the final passes along the irresistible plane of Will's neck. Hannibal leans over his body, bracing himself on one arm of the chair, leveling the razor against Will's skin, just below the sharp angle of his jaw. Will feels the soft brush of Hannibal's breath across his lips and his eyes fly open, searching. Hannibal's hand slips, startling at Will's piercing gaze as it meets his own, and nicks the skin above his pulse point. Hannibal scrutinizes Will's neck, his eyes drawn to the wound like a magnet. He watches the bright red blood well to the surface of the cut until a single droplet gathers, clinging to the edge of the ragged skin before smoothly sliding down the flat plane of Will's throat to collect in the shallow hollow of his collarbone. He is transfixed, his breathing short and rapid, leaning close to the smooth column of Will's collar. He can see the hasty thrum of his carotid artery pulsing just below the surface of his skin, forcing the blood to more rapidly emerge. He sniffs just once, allows himself to catch the scent of Will's skin, woodsy and dark, mixed with the sharp, metallic undertones of fresh crimson. He is intoxicated by it; eyes sliding shut, the tip of his tongue darting out to sweep his lips in anticipation. He should have known that once would never be enough. He lowers his upper body into Will's side, dipping his head closer to the wound, his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping him against his body. His chest brushes against Will's, their breaths mirrored, causing them to rise and fall together. Will stills beneath him, at once frightened of Hannibal's intent and excited by the prospect of his touch. Will's eyelids flutter closed, his expression tense and expectant, his breathing shallow. With great care, Hannibal presses his mouth to the cut, his tongue lapping tenderly at the wound. Unexpectedly, Will's lips part on a sigh; he feels...connected to Hannibal in this moment. Encouraged, Hannibal softly closes his lips over Will's neck, drawing the flesh into his mouth, sucking lightly. Will releases a choked sob, overcome by the primal need Hannibal awakens in him; he is surprised to feel his cock twitch with arousal under Hannibal's gentle suckling. Hannibal releases his hold on Will, resting his forehead on the younger man's shoulder, gathering his senses. His breath is heavy and quick, shuddering under the realization that he has tasted Will in the most intimate fashion, more intimately than if he had penetrated his body in any other way. Will's blood coursing through his system is the most powerful aphrodisiac; he is overcome by the fact that Will has allowed him to take such erotic liberties with his person. With a deep breath, Hannibal withdraws from Will's warmth, leaning back, searching his expression for some sign of acceptance. Will's face is closed tight, his visage unreadable. Fear, anticipation, want, and uncertainty all warring beneath his furrowed brow, each fighting for purchase as his mind struggles frantically to process this encounter and assign emotion to it. Hannibal waits, unbreathing, until Will's eyes open slowly, his expression relaxing almost imperceptibly. Will reaches out a tentative hand to cup Hannibal's cheek, drawing his thumb across his mouth, dragging it through the blood staining his lower lip. Will's eyes bleed slowly to a darker brown, desire darkening his irises. He pulls Hannibal closer, crushing the older man's lips to his own. Hannibal leans into the kiss, letting Will control their fervid coupling. He thrusts his tongue eagerly between Will's lips, beginning a frenzied dance of passion. Will tastes his own blood on Hannibal's tongue and, beneath the coppery tannins, lust. Will lifts his face, opening his mouth more for Hannibal's exploration, encouraged by the small moans coming from his throat. Will knees part so Hannibal can step closer, wrapping his arms around his back. They entwine their limbs, falling into each other with abandon. Hannibal wants to take him, to fuck him against the chair, the wall, the table. He needs to bury his length inside him, thrusting to meet the climax building deep with his loins. There is a dark need, something deep and profound building so high inside him that he is afraid of it. This is no longer something simple and sweet, no longer a frantic wanting that they can control; this is something more, something deeper and voracious, primal and intense. Will is shivering beneath Hannibal's hands, his need a tremulous, budding thing throbbing inside his chest, begging for release, imploring to be let out, to be contained by Hannibal's hand. Would he ever find such sweet submission in any other embrace? His need is a tremulous drumbeat in his chest, begging, submitting. There is no other need but this, in the heat of this passion which he lays, quivering, at his lover's feet. Hannibal doesn't want to stop now. After months of waiting, of repressing his desire behind thinly veiled abstractions, he is finally holding Will against his body, feeling the stirrings of Will's own yearning pressed hard against his belly. Hannibal's hands reach for the hem of Will's t-shirt, dragging it up to reveal rock-hard abs beneath the satin texture of his skin. He lowers his head to Will's flat stomach, breathing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his ribs, tasting him with his adventurous tongue. Will's moan of pleasure spurs his exploration further south until Hannibal is unbuttoning the snap of Will's jeans. Will's hands meet his on the waistband and for a moment, Hannibal thinks he is going to stop him, having thought better of this encounter, but Will only serves to help him, grasping the denim fabric and pushing it down his hips, taking his black boxer briefs along with it. Will is panting above him, arching his back against the chair as Hannibal's head lowers to his lap. There is nothing more he wants in this moment, now, than to surrender to Hannibal's elaborate and needy demands. He would that he cage him, imprison him within the confines of his own desperate yearning! Hannibal does not look up at Will's face, does not ask for permission; he knows now that Will wants this as much as he does. He drops to his knees before the beautiful object of his affection, smoothing his hands over naked thighs before lowering his head to take Will's thick cock in his mouth. Distantly, he hears Will's gasp above him, but he is lost in the feel of his manhood swelling inside the warm recesses of his mouth. He strokes his tongue over him, taking him deep into his throat, swallowing over his tip, throat clenching around Will's member. There is an urgency to Will's thrusts as he rises up to meet him, but Hannibal will not be hurried. He has waited patiently for his prey to come to him and now he will savor each moment of this sublime surrender. Hannibal arches toward Will's body, bringing his hands up under Will's rear, raising his hips to his mouth. He spreads his legs wider, reaching below him, feeling for the tiny, puckered opening. Will's body tenses above him, unsure, perhaps a little frightened. Hannibal quiets his fears with his mouth, sucking him ferociously, distracting him from his searching fingers. Hannibal pauses long enough to suck two fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. He returns his lips to Will's pulsing manhood while his fingers massage over the delicate, tight hole far below the base of Will's balls. He wants to give him...an introduction, a taste of what it could feel like between them. He wants him to want it. He slides the end of one long finger into Will's hole, just past the first knuckle, and that tiny push is all Will needs to tumble over the edge, hips bucking uncontrollably, thrusting his spurting cock into the back of Hannibal's throat. Hannibal drinks him down, not pulling away until Will's sated member is limp and drained, sucking at the tip of him as he draws his mouth off of him. Will is shaking, his breath coming in ragged gulps as he writhes on the barber's chair. Hannibal strips Will's shirt off his body, tearing away his one last defense, baring him completely before his eyes. His hands clutch at Hannibal's chest as he gathers him up in his arms and strides to the sleigh bed on the other side of the room, laying him out on the bed. Hannibal steps back, shedding his clothes, and climbs onto it next to him, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Hannibal cradles him, tenderly enfolded in his arms as they lay together on top of the damask coverlet. Hannibal strokes the tips of his fingers over Will's shoulder, pressing light kisses along his closed eyelids, trailing them down his face. When he can no longer bear the the small distance between them, he grips his chin gently, turning his face to him for a soul-searching kiss, dipping his tongue between Will's lips, feeling his own erection throb against Will's thigh. Will's eyes open, searching Hannibal's face, his hand reaching down to grasp his stiff length. He wants to please him, this man who has shown him so much of himself. He strokes his hand over Hannibal's enormous length, marveling at the feel of him, like iron covered over in velvet. He plays with the smooth head, fantasizing about dipping the tip of his tongue into his slit, sucking out the pre-cum; he wonders what Hannibal tastes like. Hannibal closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against Will's in concentration. Will plays with his balls, tugging and massaging the sensitive orbs gently in his free hand. His other hand begins to stroke him in earnest, gripping firmly from root to tip. "Lube?" he asks. Hannibal groans and rolls to the other side of the bed, retrieving a bottle and a string of black anal beads from the drawer of his nightstand and hands it to him. He watches in fascination as Will dribbles a generous amount the thick lubricant onto his shaft for him, spreading the smooth liquid along Hannibal's considerable length. Will is absorbed with the view of his small hand running up and over Hannibal's large cock, but Hannibal is mesmerized watching Will's face as he moves, young, curious, eager. He thinks he could look at him like this every day, always with a sense of wonder. Would he be allowed to keep him? Hannibal brings his hand down, clutching Will's wrist suddenly, stilling his movements. He slams his eyes shut, a breath hissing through his teeth. Will recognizes the pained expression on his face and releases his grip on Hannibal's pulsing shaft; he is close. He rolls onto his back, legs spreading for Hannibal's entrance, exposing himself willingly, pulling Hannibal on top of him. Hannibal is momentarily overcome by Will's acquiescence, the open, eager expression on his face, his readiness for Hannibal's control. He reaches down to stroke his cheek tenderly, Will nuzzling against his palm. He moves down Will's body, kissing a line of fire along his his sternum, over the ripples of his abdomen, around his once-again pulsing cock, and lower. He spreads him open, holding him in place with his palms as his tongue darts out to stroke his entrance. Will's abs tighten in response to the tender invasion and he tries to wiggle his hips closer, but Hannibal holds him firmly in place, delving his tongue deeper past his rim, into the buttery depths of his body. Hannibal's shaft pulses in response to the exquisite clenching of Will's sheath around his tongue, deeply buried inside him. Only when Will's cock is straining against his abdomen, the tip extending toward his belly button, does Hannibal withdraw from him. Hannibal searches the covers for the discarded bottle, drenching Will's furrowed opening, coating his fingers liberally and spreading another layer over himself, hand fisting over his glistening cock while Will watches, wide-eyed and breathless with anticipation. Hannibal slides one finger gently into Will's body, pressing his own chest to his to feel his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, he begins to move, thrusting his finger, twisting it gradually on his withdrawal until he discerns that Will's breathing has begun to even out. He adds a second finger, stretching him, smiling at the shudder that runs through Will's body when he plunges both fingers deeply into his core. He slowly increases his pace, spreading his fingers apart inside him, expanding his walls, readying him to take Hannibal's girth. He gently adds a third finger, as Will marvels at the incredible feeling of fullness. He covers the string of beads with lube, spreading it along the ridges and into the spaces between. Tossing the bottle over his shoulder, he feeds the first tiny bubble into Will's tight slit, watching in fascination as the rest soon disappear. Hannibal massages the skin around Will's opening with his fingertips, stroking his manhood with his other hand. When he feels Will about to come, he releases his cock and pulls the string of beads out. Will is gasping, so close to orgasm that he is unable to speak. His body is clenching, desperate for relief and for Hannibal's cock. Will reaches for him, hands scabbling at his arms in frustration. Hannibal slides between Will's legs, angling himself into his warm, waiting cleft. "This is going to hurt," Hannibal tells him softly. Will nods his understanding. Hannibal is massive both in length and width and this is Will's first time; they have done almost no prep work, but he can't hold himself back any longer; he is aching to claim Will as his own. Will's erection is growing again, the slender line of his member twitching against Hannibal's stomach. When he feels Will begin to relax, he withdraws slowly and grasps his own shaft, positioning himself at Will's entrance. He rubs the head of his shaft over Will's entrance, teasingly, smearing his pre-cum across his He positions himself on one elbow so he can watch Will's face as he conquers him. Will's eyes watch him, hooded with desire, greedy for Hannibal's domination, his passion playing across his face, hips arching slightly off the bed, his body begging to be filled. With a last deep breath, Hannibal presses forward into Will's entryway, slipping just the head of his penis past the fortress of his body. He hears Will's sharp intake of breath, sees his eyes widen, feels him clench under the weight of so much pressure. he withdraws slowly, then plunges just the head in again, repeating this movement until he feels Will's body begin to accommodate his intrusion, holding himself back with deliberate effort. Hannibal stills above him, waiting for him to adjust before thrusting deeper. A thin sheen of perspiration beads on Will's brow as Hannibal guides his cock deeper with his hand. Will flinches in his arms, tears pricking his eyes. Hannibal stops, lowering his lips to nip at Will's chin soothingly. "It's ok," he whispers. "I'm ok." Hannibal kisses him deeply and, with a powerful thrust, sheathes himself to the hilt inside Will's body. Will's back arches off the bed, a strangled cry spilling from his throat as tender membranes tear within. The pain is intense and immediate, a heavy searing agony in his lower back. He cannot stifle his cries of anguish, but Hannibal can't contain his need to move any longer. He withdraws all but the head of his shaft and thrusts again, beginning a slow rhythm, as gentle as he can. Hannibal drops his eyes to their joined bodies, watching himself slide rhythmically in and out of Will's tightness, fascinated by the lines of blood streaking his shaft. Will bears up stoically under the pain, trembling beneath him. Hannibal stills his hips a moment, murmuring to his lover in low tones, encouraging him to relax his muscles. After a few more strokes, Will begins to relax, allowing Hannibal to continue and increase his pace. Hannibal drops his head to Will's shoulder, setting up a punishing tempo, his chest heaving with the force of his hips driving into his lovers tight embrace. Soon, Will's breathing changes from labored to excited and he raises his hips, meeting Hannibal thrust for thrust. His nails dig into Hannibal's shoulders, scoring the skin of his back while his own cock hardens again between them as Hannibal brushes over his sweet spot with each plunge. Hannibal reaches behind him, grasping one of Will's wrists, dragging it down to fist his own cock as he continues to plunge into his snug pocket of heat. He is close now, so close, and he want's Will's fulfillment with his own. Will is panting his arousal, his palm flying over the slick surface of his rod as Hannibal plunges desperately into him, rocketing toward release. He feels his balls contract a moment before he perceives the hot spurt of Will's own release across his chest. Hannibal lets out a primitive snarl, taking the flesh of Will's shoulder fiercely between his teeth, biting down hard enough to reopen the wound at his neck that has clotted. He sucks the fresh taste of Will's life force into his mouth as he empties his cock into his ass. When Hannibal has stilled enough to slip limply from the warm confines of Will's body, they are both glazed with a layer of sweat. Will's eyes are glassy when Hannibal reaches a hand to grasp his cheek tenderly, tenderly nudging his lips open in a profoundly soul-searching kiss. It feels as though he is asking him a million questions and sharing the answers to everything in the universe at the same time. A Close Shave Rolling to his side, Hannibal takes Will with him, cradling him against his chest protectively. Will is vulnerable, open, and Hannibal is grateful for his attenuation. He soothes Will's eyelids closed with soft fingertips, persuading him to sleep with a kiss against his temple. They will scrutinize their relationship tomorrow. For now, they have tonight.